“A second-story man,” said Bess.
As she said this, she jumped to her feet and began to beckon to some one who had entered the saloon.
The one to whom she was beckoning was a rather flashily dressed young woman who was of a party of three women and two young men.
“Hello!” exclaimed Merton. “There’s my man, and since he’s come in, I’m neglecting no business.”
The party found a table at the other side of the room, which had just been vacated. The girl whose attention Bess had been trying to attract, finally, seeing Bess, came over to her and Bess asked:
“Is that party very dear to you, over there?”
“Oh, no,” said the girl. “I’m only trying to make it very dear for the two willie boys in tow.”
“Are they friends of yours?” asked Bess.
“No; they’re friends of the other two girls. They just roped me in.”
“Shake them and join us,” said Bess. “I want to ask you something.”