"I s'd say not. He ducked for good. Mother had a letter from him
couple o' months before I left home. He was in Milwaukee."

"Aw, this Bansemer's not that sort. He's made o' different stuff.
Milwaukee? Holy Moses, it's only eighty mile from Chicago!"

"Gee, I'd like to have a glass o' the goods that made Milwaukee
famous," sighed Joe Adams.

"I'd like a keg," said Jim Spurrier, with a wistful look in his
eyes.

"S'pose we'll ever see a glass o' beer again?" asked the other
Spurrier, solemnly.

"I'll bet Bansemer's wonderin' if he'll ever taste champagne again."

"Ask him, Johnny."

"Hey, Bansemer. I've got a riddle for you. What 'u'd you sooner
have right now than a bottle of champagne?"

Graydon turned and sauntered slowly over to the group. He paused
for a moment in passing, a broad smile on his face.

"A pail of beer," said he.

"Good fer you!" shouted two or three vociferously. He strode off
to make ready for bed.