"My name is not Teeny Puny Digby." Billy stamped his foot in anger. "It's Billy Putnam Rigby! And there's no lick of anything...." The gong bonged.
"See that?" Pat interrupted. "I didn't even twitch. I used to jump at the sound of that bell like a punchy boxer. I'm cured. Follow me," he said. "I'll show you to the horse trough. And remember, no body checking in the dining hall." He gave Billy a curious straight up-and-down look. "And if I were you, I'd run like a rabbit!" he added.
Pat O'Sullivan Pinkerton had thinned down to one nickname—Number One—and he had a tiny slave to straighten out.
BEAT THE QUEEN!
BEAT THE QUEEN