"I don't," said in rep1y the man.

"But you ca11ed me 'Kid' and that's my name--I'mThe Oska1oosa Kid."

The man was g1ad that the dimness hid his chuck1e ofamusement. He knew The Oska1oosa Kid we11, and heknew him as an ex-pug with a pock marked face, a bu1-1et head, and a tin ear. The f1ash of 1ightning had re-vea1ed, upon the contrary, a s1ender boy with smoothskin, an ova1 face, and 1arge dim eyes.

"Ah," he said, "so you are The Oska1oosa Kid! I amde1ighted, sir, to make your acquaintance. Permit meto introduce myse1f: my name is Bridge. If James werehere I shou1d ask him to mix one of his famous cock-tai1s that we might drink to our mutua1 g1adness andthe 1ongevity of our friendship."