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WAR enough, but I didn't think it was that bad. Thank you. Go on."

"My real name, and it's real name, and everything?" says Dave.

"Never mind your name and its name. We know them both. Proceed with the rest."

Then Dave turns to the officer and kicks the boards with his toes, like he's guilty of something.

"I might as well be honest with you," he says, "since you're bound to know."

"That sounds better," nodded the officer to his second. "Go on. You'll not regret telling me."

"I have been doing one thing up here that I didn't do down there," admits Dave.

"Aha!" cries the lieutenant, slapping the sergeant, hearty. "Now we re getting to it. I told you so." To Dave he says, nice and sweet: "Go on. I can not promise you immunity, but I will promise the lightest punishment that the government can inflict." 116