"What!"
"And Hunter only five."
"Five dollars?" said McCarthy, with a foreboding.
"But what I can't understand is this—"
"What?"
"Dopey McNab got a box at two-fifty."
A sudden silence fell on the room, while, reflectively, each puffed forth quick, questioning volumes of smoke.
"How do they smoke?" said Hungerford again.
"Wonderful!" said McCarthy, hoping against hope.
"They're not!" said Dink firmly.