"So have we," said Hungerford, "but McCarthy will watch you for us."
"I will," said McCarthy, licking his chops.
"I've got to be there," said McNab, wriggling in a frenzy.
"Smoke right up, then. You can smoke them in twenty minutes."
"Police!"
"I say, Dink," said Hungerford, as McNab's head whipped from side to side like a recalcitrant child's. "Perhaps we'd better get in all the crowd who fell for the cigars—round 'em up."
"I'll smoke it," said McNab instantly.
"I thought you would."
They sat around, unfeelingly, grinning, while McNab, strapped in like a papoose, rebelliously, with much sputtering and coughing, smoked the cigar that Dink fed him like a trained nurse.