"This looks a little as though your story was true," said Mr. Bogart.
"Yes; I have it in my pocket," I replied, acting upon the advice of Mr. Bogart.
They referred me to their captain, who was Bogart, the Methodist preacher.
But Bogart, taking out the cigar, smiled at it with a shrewd squint.
"Well, it kept you a lady, and a fool," snapped Judge Bogart.
Then as a thought ...