"No, I guess not. I"ve had my dinner."
"Smoke?"
"Well, you might bring me a ten-cent cigar."
The coffee and cigar were brought. Daniel lit the latter, took a sip of the former and listened to the music. This was not taking a walk exactly, but, so far as leaving his wife alone was concerned, it answered the purpose.
The room, already well tenanted, gradually filled. Groups of men entered, stopped to glance at the tape of a sporting news ticker near the bar, exchanged a word or two with the bartenders, and then selected tables. Several times the two vacant chairs at the captain"s table were on the point of being taken, but each time the prospective occupants went elsewhere.
At length, however, two young men, laughing and talking rather loudly, sauntered through the room. One of them paused.
"Here are a couple," he said, indicating the chairs.
His companion, an undersized, dapper individual, whose raiment--suit, socks, shirt, shoes, hat and tie--might comprehensively be described as a symphony in brown, paused also, turned and looked at the chairs, then at the table, and finally at the captain.
"Yes," he drawled, regarding the latter fixedly, "so I see. Well, perhaps we can"t do better. This place is getting too infernally common, though. Don"t think I shall come here again. If it wasn"t that they put up the best c.o.c.ktail in town I should have quit before. All right, this will have to do, I suppose."
He seated himself in one of the chairs. His friend followed suit. The watchful waiter was on hand immediately.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he said, bowing obsequiously.
Neither of the young men acknowledged the bow or the greeting, although it was evident that the waiter was an old acquaintance. The symphony in brown did not even turn his head.
"Two dry Martinis," he said. "And mind that they ARE dry. Have Charlie make them himself. If that other fellow does it I"ll send them back."
"Yes, sir. All right, sir. Will you have a bit of lunch with them, sir?
Caviare sandwich or--"
"No."
"Shall I bring cigars, sir?"
"Lord, no! The last I had here nearly poisoned me. Get the c.o.c.ktails and be lively about it."
The waiter departed. The young gentleman drew a gold cigarette case from his pocket.
"Here you are," he drawled, proffering the case. "Cigars!" with a contemptuous laugh. "They buy their cigars by the yard, at the rope walk. Fact, Monty; take my word for it."
"Monty" laughed. "That"s pretty rough, Tacks," he declared.
"Oh, but it"s so. You can actually smell the hemp. Eh? By gad, you can smell it now, can"t you?"
Captain Dan was relighting the stump of his "ten-center" which had gone out. He had scarcely noticed the newcomers; his thoughts were far away from Scarford and the Palatine Hotel. Now, however, he suddenly became aware that his tablemates were regarding him and the cigar with apparent amus.e.m.e.nt. He smiled good naturedly.
"Been runnin" her too low," he observed. "Have to get up steam if I want to be in at the finish."
This nautical remark was received with blank stares. "Monty" turned his shoulder toward the speaker. "Tacks" did not even turn; he continued to stare. The arrival of the c.o.c.ktails was the next happening of importance.
"I say, Tacks," observed Monty, leaning back in his chair and sipping his Martini, "how are you getting on? Made up your mind what to do?"
"No," shortly.
"Going to fight, are you?"
"No use. The confounded lawyers say I wouldn"t have a show."
"Humph! Low-down trick of the old woman"s, wasn"t it, giving you the shake that way? Everybody thought you were her pet weakness. We used to envy your soft snap. Did you get the go-by altogether?"
"Pretty near. Got a little something, but it was precious little."
"Can you pull through on it?"
""Twill be a devilish hard pull."
"Too bad, old man. But cheer up! You"ll come out on top. Have another one of these things?"
"All right."
More Martinis were ordered. "Monty" and his friend lit fresh cigarettes.
The former asked another question.
"Who are the lucky winners?" he inquired. "Some country cousins or other, I know that; but who are they?"
"Oh, I don"t know. Yes, I know; but what difference does it make?"
"Isn"t there a girl somewhere in the crowd?"
"Yes, but--" He broke off. Captain Dan was regarding him intently.
"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, Uncle?"
drawled "Tacks," with bland sarcasm.
Daniel was taken aback.
"Why," he stammered, "I--I don"t know"s there is."
"Shall I speak a little louder? Possibly that might help. Delighted to oblige, I"m sure."
This was plain enough, certainly. The captain colored. His confusion increased.
"I--I hope you don"t think I was listenin" to you and your friend"s talk," he protested hastily. "I wasn"t. Why, if--if you two would like this table to yourself you can have it just as well as not. I can go somewhere else. You see, I was thinkin"--when you spoke to me--I was thinkin" there was somethin" familiar about your face. Seemed as if I"d seen you somewhere before, that"s all; and--"
The young gentleman in brown interrupted him. "You"re mistaken," he said, "I was never there." Then, turning to his friend, he added, with an elaborate "Josh Whitcomb" accent: "Monty, "taters must be lookin" up.
All aour folks have come to town to spend their money."
Monty, upon whom, like his companion, the second c.o.c.ktail--second in this particular sense--there had been others--seemed to be having some effect, laughed uproariously. Even the joker himself deigned to smile.
Captain Dan did not smile. He had risen, preparatory to leaving the table; now he slowly sat down again.