noon and supper at night?"

"I ain't noticed any dinner at noon for se-ve-real weeks," Hollister
contributed.

"Some feed that," ruminated Leroy, with memories of the Cambridge Hotel
still to the fore.

"With or without?" questioned Red.

"I reckon I had one li'l' drink with it. No more."

"Then they stung you," pronounced Hollister.

"Mebbeso, and mebbe not. I ain't kickin' none. I sure was in tony
society. There was fellows sittin' at a table near us that had on them
swallow-tail coats."

Johnnie ventured a suggestion. "Don't you reckon if a fellow et a
couple o' plates of this here cavi-eer stuff and some ice cream and
cake, he might run it up to two bucks or two and a half? Don't you
reckon he might, Clay?"

Clay Lindsay laughed. "You boys know a lot about New York, just about
as much as I do. I've read that a guy can drop a hundred dollars a
night in a cabaret if he has a friend or two along, and never make a
ripple on Broadway."

"Does that look reasonable to you, Clay?" argued Red. "We're not
talkin' about buckin' the tiger or buyin' diamonds for no actresses.