"When I walk down to Chatham Square the lamps bow to me.

I'm hungry for it right now." The drummer threw out his arms in a gesture of approval.
"What are you doing here ?" he asked, then.
"I'm editing this end of a detective case," laughed Jimmie.
"All alone ?" grinned the drummer.

"Where are the others ?" "Lost," cried Jimmie.

"Jere! I wish Frank Shaw was here and had hold of that drum.

There'd be something doin'.