The cab brought them to the hotel, and, alighting there, they ordered a boy to the horse's head, and asked the cabby to join them in a drink.
"What's your name, cabby?" asked Hal, as he handed him a pint of beer.
"Terence O'Flynn, with the accent on the 'ynn.'"
"Very nice name, too. Did you notice that cab with the grey horse drive away as we drove up?"
"Sure I did, for wasn't he foreninst me?"
"Do you know the driver's name?"
"Rather! It's Dick Burton he is, and no other."
"Where's he gone to now, Terence?"
"Sure, and I cannot tell you. He is a lucky devil is Dick, and always manages to get hold of a soft line."
"What do you call a soft line, Terence?"