She was a tall woman, with a full figure and snapping eyes,--attractive, in spite of a crow's-foot wrinkle or so. She returned the smile, wearily, and said, “I 'll call Joe, Mr. Stenzenberger.” “You needn't do that now, Madge. Draw it with those pretty hands of yours, there's a dear.” So she came in behind the bar, wiping her hands on her apron, and quietly awaited their orders. “What 'll it be, boys?” Dick suggested a glass of beer, but Henry smiled and shook his head. “You might make it ginger ale for me.” “I don't know what to do with that cousin of yours,” said Stenzenberger to Dick. “He's a queer one. I don't like to trust a man that's got no vices. What _are_ your vices, anyhow, Smiley?” Henry smiled again. “Ask Dick, there. He ought to know all about me.” Stenzenberger looked from one to the other; then he raised his foaming glass, and with a “Prosit” and a stiff German nod, he put it down at a gulp. “Been reading about the revenue case?” Henry asked of his superior. “I saw something this morning.” “I've been quite interested in it. Billy Boynton told me yesterday that they had searched his schooner. It's a wonder they haven't got after us if they're holding up fellows like him. Do you think they 'll ever get this Whiskey Jim, Cap'n?” “No, they talk too much. And they couldn't catch a mud-scow with that old side-wheeler of theirs.” “Guess that's right. The _Foote_ must have started in here before the _Michigan_, and she's thirty years old if she's a day. The boys are all talking about it down at the city. I dropped around at the Hydrographic Office after I saw Billy, and found two or three others that had been hauled over. It seems they've stumbled on a pipe-line half built under the Detroit River near Wyandotte, and there's been a good deal of excitement. There's capital behind it, you see; and a little capital does wonders with those revenue men.” Stenzenberger was showing symptoms of readiness to return to his desk, but Henry, who rarely grew reminiscent, was now fairly launched. “They can't get an effective revenue system, because they make it too easy for a man to get rich. It's like the tax commissioners and the aldermen and the legislators,--when you put a man where he can rake off his pile, month after month, without there being any way of checking him up, look out for his morals. And where they're all in it together, no one dares squeal. It's a good deal like the railway conductors.