"Fellows, I've got to get to that dinner."
"We know that, Dopey—but there's one thing you won't do there—tell the story of the Cuba libre cigar."
"Say, let me off and I'll put you on to a great stunt."
"We can't be bought."
"I'll tell you, I'll trust you! We're going to have a cop-killing over in Freshman row. We've got a whole depot of Roman candles. Let me off this second cigar and I'll work you in."
"We'll be there!"
"You bandits, I'll get even with you."
"You probably will, Dopey, but you'll never rob us of this memory."
"Curse you, feed it to me quickly."
The cigar consumed to the last rebellious puff, McNab was released in a terrific humor, and departed hastily to dress, after remarking in a deadly manner: