"It is a pleasure to bump into a nice, bright little boy like you," grinned Jimmie, standing in the doorway with a great slice of bread in his hand. "Here you had an army big enough to surround that old ruin, an' yet you went an' let the fellers get away. An' we've been blowed up, an' locked up, an' chased in motor cars, an' gone without our eatin's, an' nothin' doin'. Up to date we're about as useless on the Isthmus as an elephant's ear on an apple pie--big enough to be in the way, but not good enough to become part of the diversion."