"Know them?"
"Only by nodding acquaintance."
"Well, any time you have time to spare for Cliff Lane, just let me know and I'll toss 'em overboard and come running."
"And in the meantime?"
"And in the meantime, I'm not going to rot."
The dance swung into the finish, which left them both breathing hard. Lane escorted Patricia back to the table, where Downing sat silent. As they came up, a third man approached. Lane seated Patricia and then greeted the new-comer.
"Hi, Billy. Lucky, we've got a girl for you, too."
Thompson breathed out. "Oh," he said surveying the situation. Both situations looked him over and smiled. "Lenore, and Karen, this is Billy Thompson. He's in division."
"Which division?" asked Lenore.
"Subdivision," grinned Thompson. "I'm the guy they got to comb these guys out of each other's hair."