"Uh-huh."
"What's become of Evelyn? I've been over to her apartment several times, and she hasn't been there all day."
"She is here with me."
"Well, you two sure have been sleeping sound. I been up here three times, and had the clerk ring the room several times, but no answer."
"We were nearly dead when we got here this morning. We had to wade that damn river again. How did you get across?"
"They opened the gates when I went and asked them to let me through."
"Well, the lousy tramps—and the way they treated us this morning—they sure was nasty."
"I stayed as long as I thought it was safe for me to stay, I finally got to go through the rebel General's pockets, then I decided to come home and get a little sleep. I feel fine now, and did I make the dough last night? Seven hundred bucks, not so bad."
"I should say not. Come on and let's wake Ev up. Have you got anything to drink with you? I haven't got a thing up here."
"Yeah, I have a bottle with me. I sure know what it is getting up after having been on a good one, and not having a little drink to pick me up—it's awful," as they went into the bedroom, where Evelyn was still snoring.