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come along. And if he wasn’t tickled to meet some guys from home after those two months on the limejuicer and being in jail and everything. They went into a bar and drank some whiskey and he told all about the jail and how the damn bobbies had taken him off the
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and he’d never gotten his pay nor nutten and they set him up to drinks and one of the guys who was from Norfolk, Virginia, named Will Stirp pulled out a five dollar bill and said to take that and pay him back when he could.
    It was like coming home to God’s country running into guys like that and they all had a drink all around; they were four of ’em Americans in this lousy limejuicer town and they each set up a round because they were four of ’em Americans ready to fight the world. Olaf was a Swede but he had his first papers so he counted too and the
other feller’s name was Maloney. The hatchetfaced barmaid held back on the change but they got it out of her; she’d only given ’em fifteen shillings instead of twenty for a pound, but they made her give the five shillings back. They went to another fried fish shop; couldn’t seem to get a damn thing to eat in this country except fried fish and then they all had some more drinks and were the four of them Americans feeling pretty good in this lousy limejuicer town. A runner got hold of them because it was closing time on account of the war and there wasn’t a damn thing open and very few streetlights and funny little hats on the streetlights on account of the zeppelins. The runner was a pale ratfaced punk and said he knowed a house where they could ’ave a bit of beer and nice girls and a quiet social time. There was a big lamp with red roses painted on it in the parlor of the house and the girls were skinny and had horseteeth and there were some bloody limejuicers there who were pretty well under way and they were the four of them Americans. The limeys began to pick on Olaf for bein’ a bloody ’un. Olaf said he was a Swede but that he’d sooner be a bloody ’un than a limejuicer at that. Somebody poked somebody else and the first thing Joe knew he was fighting a guy bigger ’n he was and police whistles blew and there was a whole crowd of them piled up in the Black Maria.
    Will Stirp kept saying they was the four of them Americans just havin’ a pleasant social time and there was no call for the bobbies to interfere. But they were all dragged up to a desk and committed and all four of ’em Americans locked up in the same cell and the limeys in another cell. The police station was full of drunks yelling and singing. Maloney had a bloody nose. Olaf went to sleep. Joe couldn’t sleep; he kept saying to Will Stirp he was scared they sure would send him to a concentration camp for the duration of the war this time and each time Will Stirp said they were the four of them Americans and wasn’t he a Freeborn American Citizen and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do to ’em. Freedom of the seas, God damn it.
    Next morning they were in court and it was funny as hell except that Joe was scared; it was solemn as Quakermeetin’ and the magistrate wore a little wig and they were everyone of ’em fined three and six and costs. It came to about a dollar a head. Darned lucky they still had some jack on them.
    And the magistrate in the little wig gave ’em a hell of a talking to about how this was wartime and they had no right being drunk and
disorderly on British soil but had ought to be fighting shoulder to shoulder with their brothers, Englishmen of their own blood and to whom the Americans owed everything, even their existence as a great nation, to defend civilization and free institutions and plucky little Belgium against the invading huns who were raping women and sinking peaceful merchantmen.
    When the magistrate had finished, the court attendants said, “Hear, hear,” under their breath and they all