“Dare say he thinks I eat in my shirt-sleeves and swallow my knife,” continued Pete, gloomily. “Maybe he thinks I live on horned toads and grasshoppers.”
“But, I tell you, he doesn’t know you.”
“I guess he’s heard of me,” answered Pete. “Guess he knew you and Hal and I were traveling together.”
“Look here, Pete; if you want to join a club table——”
“Oh, that’s all right. Moocha wano club table.”
“Oh, all right,” answered Allan, a bit puzzled.
“I’m going to join a club table on the 1st,” said Pete.
“Oh!” said Allan, again. “What—that is, whose is it?”
“Pete Burley’s.”