"Don't grumble; let's pay and get out, or they——"
"Yes, they'll be charging us rent for the chairs we are sitting in, first thing we know. Can't we steal some spoons to get even?"
Dan was handing the waiter the money, which he did without comment, Sam, meanwhile, slowly counting out his share of the check, which he passed over to his companion.
"What do they call this place, Dan?" questioned the red-haired boy as they started away.
"Café de la Paix."
"That's it. We should have known better. I see it all now. Why didn't we look at the sign over the place before we went in?"
"What do you mean?"
"Café de la Pay. That's it; that's the place."
"Sam Hickey, have you gone crazy?"
"Café de la Pay—that's the place where you pay. And we did pay. I never knew a place that was so well named," continued Sam with a sickly grin. "We paid, didn't we?"