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 astonishment and admiration -
'you got away with what that fellow had?'
'No,' the unfortunate narrator explained - 'with a small part of
what I had.'
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