"I'll go wit' youse," said the newsboy. "I likes t' listen t' him talk. Does he do a Dutch act?" "Sometimes," laughed Paul. "Youse is actors, ain't youse?" the boy asked. "Movies," answered Paul, hurrying along toward the entrance to the shipyards. "I wuz in 'em onct," went on the lad. "Dey wuz a scene where us guys wuz sellin' papes, an' anudder guy comes along, and t'rows a handful of money in de street--he had so much he didn't know what t' do wit' it--dat wuz in de picture," he explained. "I wuz in de scene." "Was it real money?" asked Paul. "Naw--nottin' but tin," and the tone expressed the disappointment that had been experienced. "But we each got a quarter out of it fer bein' in de picture, so we didn't make out so worse. Dere's your friend now," and the newsboy pointed to the comedian standing at the entrance to one of the piers, talking to the watchman. Both had raised their voices high, and were using their hands freely. "Hey, Mr. Switzer, come along!" cried Paul. "It's time for the train." "Ach! Der train! I t'ought der vos plenty of time. I vant to see a friend of mine who is living on vun of dese wessels. Haven't I got der time?" "No, not a minute to spare. You can see him when you come back." "Ach! Maybe I neffer comes back. If I get in der war plays I may be shotted." "Oh, come on!" laughed Paul, while the newsboy went into amused contortions at the exaggerated language and gestures of Mr. Switzer. "See you later, Hans!" called the comedian to the watchman at the pier. "Ach, Himmel! Vot I care!" the latter cried. "I don't care even if you comes back neffer! You can't get on dose ship!" and he waved his hand at the big vessels, interned to prevent their capture by the British warships. "I was having quite an argument with him," said Mr. Switzer, speaking "United States," as he walked back to the station with Paul. "Wouldn't he let you go on board?" "No. Took me for an English spy, I guess. But I know one of der officers, and I thought I'd have time for a chat with him." "Mr. Pertell is in a hurry," said the young actor. "Well, if we miss this train there's another." "Not until to-morrow, and he wants to start the rehearsals the first thing in the morning." "Ach! Den dat's differunt alretty yet again, wasn't it so?" and Mr. Switzer winked at the admiring newsboy, and tossed him a quarter, with the advice to get a pretzel and use it for a watch charm. Whereat the boy went into convulsive laughter again. "What do you mean, Switzer, by going off just at train time?" demanded the indignant director and manager. "Train time is der time to go off--so long as you don't go off der track!" declared the German. "But I vanted to go on--not go off--I vanted to go on der ships only dey vouldn't let me. However, better late than be a miss vot's like a bird in der hand," and with a shrug of his shoulders and a last wink at the newsboy, Mr. Switzer went out to the waiting train with the others.