Note him sharply, Tony." "I never mistake him again, sare, eff I see him," replied the Greek gravely.
"Do you see many of these ten-dollar bills nowadays, Tony ?" questioned Brimmer, carelessly displaying a banknote.
The Greek shook his head wistfully.
"This is yours now, Tony; and twice as much more afterwards, if you do what I want of you.

It's a good joke that I want to play on a midshipman down at the Academy." "A joke, eh ?" repeated the Greek.

"Then, sare, my frien', it can't be anything so ver' bad, eef it only a joke." "Oh, it isn't anything bad," Brimmer lied cheerfully.

"But that fellow played a warm one on me, and I want to pay him back." "I understand, sare, my ver' good frien'." Inside of five minutes Tony understood very much better.

Still, the Greek saw no real harm in what he now engaged himself to do.
That night Tony slept with Brimmer's ten-dollar note under his pillow.