In the midst of this quarrel, Joe Hungerford entered, with a solemn face.
"You're going to this massacre at Story's?"
"Don't I look like it?" said Dink crossly.
"We'll go over together then," said Hungerford, with a sigh of relief.
"I say, help yourself to a cigar, Joe," said McCarthy, with the air of a Maecenas.
"Cuba Libre?" said Hungerford, approaching the box.
"And à bas Spain!"
Hungerford examined the cigars with a certain amount of caution which was not lost on the room-mates.
"How many of these have you smoked?" he asked, turning to them with interest.
"Oh, about three apiece."