While Lefty worked alongside of Steve, washing his first plane, he bent over to dip his brush in the pail of water and as he did so, the leather wallet carried in his back pocket slipped to the ground, the owner being unawares of its loss. Steve bent over and, unnoticed by Lefty, picked up the wallet, taking from the inside a newspaper clipping. Opening the almost faded paper, his eyes beamed upon the telltale headline: “Lefty Phelps reminds us of Lindbergh—he’s so different!” Instantly, Steve recognized the caption and Lefty’s forgotten identity as his face became illuminated with malicious glee. Brandishing the clipping in the air, he called to the other recruits working near by: “Hey, fellows! Look who’s here!” Lefty looked quickly in Steve’s direction, discovering his lost wallet in the man’s hand but, before he could act, the others had formed a circle around them. “Look who we have with us,” Steve continued, pointing to Lefty. “The guy that ran——” He got no further than that. In a flash, Lefty made a lunge at the man, shrieking: “Give me that paper—it’s mine—give it to me, hear!” A short distance off, Panama and Elinor, strolling by, talking idly, were interrupted by the scuffle and cries of men’s voices over by the plane. Panama became infuriated with rage as he gazed upon his raw recruits already engaged in a brawl that was attracting the attention of every other Marine on the field. In a flash, the sergeant became galvanized into action and turning to Elinor, begged leave of her society. She smiled sympathetically and in a moment, Panama was on his toes, running in the direction of the young riot. Refused his own property, Lefty made a mad rush at Steve, knocking the weaker man to the ground and pouncing upon him. Much to the merriment of the onlookers, these two rolled over and over again with Lefty, pounding away unmercifully at Steve’s face and body, crying out for the return of his wallet and papers. Panama broke through the circle of men and, once within the center of the make-shift ring, gazed down at the two soldiers struggling just as Lefty cried out: “If you tell anyone who I am, I’ll kill you!” Williams reached down and grabbed both men by the collars of their blouses, pulling them to their feet and holding them at arm’s length. “Here, you two mugs—lay off that kind of rough-house,” he warned. “I’ll have no war going around here without me in it.” “He took my papers,” Lefty explained defensively. Panama eyed Steve and noticed that the other still held the wallet in his hand. “Give that back to him,” the sergeant ordered, and as Steve complied by returning the wallet to Lefty, “I’ve got a good mind to give you both a bust in the nose!” The group broke up as each man returned to his task, leaving Lefty and Panama confronting each other. “Who do you think you are?” Williams snapped at the boy, “What have you got to hide? Get back to work!”