"I seen her all right," said his more grammatical friend, with heavy emphasis.
"Do you see her now?" demanded the irate molasses traveler.
"I do not, but I'll set here 'til she comes."
They both sat. Not indeed until the arrival of Ruby Mandeville, but until Hawley and Mead made their appearance, and made it, too, very plain that they had not expected and did not enjoy the society of the travelers.
"Where are the ladies?" asked Hawley.
"Search us," responded the travelers.
"They must have gone to their rooms," said the bridegroom. "If these gentlemen don't object to our waiting here," he went on with a fine and wasted sarcasm.
"Set right down," said the genial sarsaparilla man, and to further promote good feeling he tendered his remaining "Ruby Mandeville" cigar.
"Your friend," said he affably, "does he always wear them goggles?"
"Always," answered Hawley. "Eats in them, sleeps in them."