Nowhere to Go but Out.
Paging Himself.
"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."
Paddling Around.
"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"
Hep! Hep! Hep!
The Ambulance.
Drifting Out to Sea.
Marooned Again.
Fleeing the Storm.
"Where Does That Leave Us?"
Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.
Nearing the End.
Never Mind the Voices - Keep What We've Got.
Shaking 3 Years in Advance.
The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.
The Appeal to Reason.
The Bait.
[Smith attacks Donovan.]
"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."