“How do you fellers eat here?” asked Slippery.
“We buy stuff an' the dawg-faced girl cooks it for us.”
“Got anything for this noon?”
“I'll go see if I can buy some stuff,” said Andrews. “It's safer for me to go out than for you.”
“All right, here's twenty francs,” said Slippery, handing Andrews a bill with an offhand gesture.
Chrisfield followed Andrews down the stairs. When they reached the passage at the foot of the stairs, he put his hand on Andrews's shoulder and whispered:
“Say, Andy, d'you think there's anything in that revolution business? Ah hadn't never thought they could buck the system thataway.”
“They did in Russia.”
“Then we'd be free, civilians, like we all was before the draft. But that ain't possible, Andy; that ain't possible, Andy.”
“We'll see,” said Andrews, as, he opened the door to the bar.