A sort of dull, rolling murmur went around the room which he did not notice.
"I find I've been cracking my bank account—the fact is, I'm strapped as a mule and have got to raise enough to pay my wash bill."
"Wash bill, Dopey?" said McCarthy softly.
"We must wash," said Dopey firmly. "To resume. As I detest, abhor, and likewise shrink from borrowing from friends—"
"Repeat that," said Joe Hungerford.
"I will not. But for all of which reasons, I have a little bargain to propose. Here is a box of the finest cigars ever struck the place."
"A full box?"
"Only three cigars out."
"Three!" said Hungerford with a significant look at Stover.