"We'll use our penknives."
"All right—after you."
Stover cautiously drew in his first puff. To his surprise nothing immediate happened.
"How is it?" said McCarty.
"Terrific!"
"Do you inhale?"
"Sometimes," said Stover, with an inconsequential wave of his hand.
This gave McCarty his opening; besides, he was deceived by Stover's complete manner. "Dink, I'm afraid you're smoking too much," he said earnestly, puffing on his cigar.
"Oh, no," said Dink, immensely flattered by this undeserved accusation from McCarty, who smoked forty-five-cent cigars.
"Yes, you are. I know it. Trouble with you is, old boy, you never do anything by halves. I know you."