“You’re getting too frequent. Ors, I can’t do it.”
“Can’t?” Arnold dropped his feet from the table and flung aside the cigarette.
“No; I haven’t ten with me. I’ll let you have five.”
“But I need ten.”
“I tell you I haven’t got it! See here—that is all the money I have.”
Snodgrass displayed the contents of his pockets, and there was less than six dollars in all. He had known well enough that Arnold would want money and had come prepared.
“Well, then, I’ll have to make that five do for the time being,” said the traitorous freshman regretfully, as he reached over and cooly took from the money the five dollars Snodgrass had agreed to let him have. “Now, let’s have some more drinks and get out of here.”
“You’ll have to pay for the drinks,” said Snodgrass. “You have all the money now.”
“But you have just about enough left for one more round,” said the freshman serenely. “Go ahead and push the button. I need this in my business. Why don’t—you—do——”
Arnold stopped, staring suspiciously at the little slide in the door. He fancied it had moved.