The dead game sports, white and shaky, went without stopping.
"They're a fine sample of vicious bounders, they are!" said the Tennessee Shad. "Bet that Slops Barnett is weeping to his pillow now!"
"I'm sorry I got you into this," said Stover gloomily.
"You've brought my gray hairs in sorrow to the grave!" said the Tennessee Shad solemnly.
"Don't jest," said Dink in a still voice. "It's all up with me, but I'll square you."
"Don't worry," said the Tennessee Shad, smiling. "I may not be a tin sport, but I keep my thinker going all the time."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"I mean you'll get twigged for a midnight spread, that's all."
"But the beer. Bundy tasted the beer."
"Taste it yourself," said the Tennessee Shad, with a wave of his hand.