 The warden just said we did a good job. You mean you did. A first-rate job of firefighting. Well, I explained it was the other men, all you boys that did it, and... All right, all right. Don't burn up out of plain modesty. Quick, Chief, talk about something else. Well, then, what about this old Bob the warden wants to see? Did you find him? Oh, that's right, Ellery. Did you get in touch with old Bob? There wasn't any man up on Breakleg Hill who answered to that name. No, not a sign of any old Bob. None of the boys ever heard of him.