“Sure don’t!” grunted Tim. “Just like Jeff, though. Takes the easy lay himself and don’t care what he puts up to us.”
“Got any money?”
“About five dollars. Why? Want to borrow it? Just as soon you had it as me! Can’t spend it here, anyhow.”
“No. Wouldn’t do me any good. Got lots of my own out on the yacht.”
“Wish there was a place near here where I could get a drink. Seems like I was choking to death.”
“Lots of water right by you,” said Larry, with a hoarse laugh. “Help yourself—it’s free!”
“Water—pah!” snorted Tim. “That’s not what I want, and you know it, Larry.”
“Say, come to think of it, there’s an elegant little roadhouse a ways back in the country here, Tim. About half an hour there and back, I judge.”
Tim grunted uneasily.
“Think it’s safe?” he queried. “If Jeff got on to us—”