And Merrihew found him sitting disconsolately on the barricade.
"I hope you are perfectly satisfied," said Hillard, with an amiability which wouldn't have passed muster anywhere.
"Oh, I'm satisfied," answered Merrihew. He stuffed his pockets with cigars, slammed the boxes into the case, and locked them up. He collected his belongings and repacked the other case, keeping up a rumbling monotone as he did so. "Oh, yes; I am damned satisfied."
"I warned you about tobacco."
"I know it."
"You should have told me."
"I know that, too; but I didn't want you to lecture me."
"A lecture would have been better than waiting here in this barn for three hours."
"Three hours?" despondently.
"Oh, there's a restaurant, but it's not much better than this. It's bad; flies and greasy plates."