"Hugo Danner."
"Hugo Danner?" The tortured brain reflected.
"Hugo! Good old Hugo! What, in the name of Jesus, are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are."
An odd silence fell. The man with the shattered arms broke it. "Know
this fellow?"
"Do I know him! Gee! He was at college with me. One of my buddies.
Gosh!" His hand reached out. "Put it there, Hugo."