“Didn’t have my bathproof pen with me, Sarge.”
“Want me to pick up Remsen, if he’s on shore?”
“Better. Otherwise you might have another lifesaving job on your hands when he sees Chuck. Myself, I’ve done my rescuing chores for the day, and I’m going to climb into a warm bed with a good book—”
“Or something.” The sergeant chuckled.
“Be your age, Sarge. I have a date with a dame, hut it’s in the morning. She’s the only one in this whole mess I’m really sorry for.”
“You might give a thought to yourself once in a dog’s age. You give me a bad hour, there, thinkin’ you were gone.”
“You ought to have known it’s hard to keep a good man down, Irish.”
The tug slacked on the towing hawser just then...