Two Footpads sat at their grog in a roadside resort, comparing the evening's adventures.
"I stood up the Chief of Police," said the First Footpad, "and I got away with what he had."
"And I," said the Second Footpad, "stood up the United States District Attorney, and got away with--"
"Good Lord!" interrupted the other in astonishment and admiration--"you got away with what that fellow had?"
"No," the unfortunate narrator explained--"with a small part of what I had."