Two Footpads sat at their grog in a roadside resort, comparing the
evening's adventures.
"I stood up the Chief of Police," said the First Footpad, "and I
got away with what he had."
"And I," said the Second Footpad, "stood up the United States
District Attorney, and got away with - "
"Good Lord!" interrupted the other in astonishment1 and admiration2 -
"you got away with what that fellow had?"
"No," the unfortunate narrator explained - "with a small part of
what I had."
