"
"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.
We're figurin' on a guy goin' out with some friends to eat and take a
few drinks and have a good time. How could he spend fifty dollars--let
alone a hundred--if he let the skirts and the wheel alone and didn't
tamper with no straight flushes?"
"I'm tellin' you what I read. Take it or leave it," said Clay amiably.
"Well, I read there's a street there twelve miles long. If a fellow
started at one end of that street with a thirst he'd sure be salivated
before he reached the other end of it," Stace said with a grin.
"Wonder if a fellow could get a job there. They wouldn't have no use
for a puncher, I reckon," Slim drawled.
"Betcha Clay could get a job all right," answered Johnnie Green
promptly.
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