"Well, you said that there might be trouble from his people, that his father was a big Mex politician."
"Well, in that case, if his father isn't tied up at the present in some revolution of his own, he may come here—or send one of his loyal men, and cut Negro Noche loose from some of her vital spots."
"I've been on some hot parties, and I've seen a lot of things happen, but tonight takes the prize," mused Pearl.
"There's not much of the night left," said Mickey. "Let's get to bed and sleep a little of this off."
"Pearl, didn't I hear you say you had a date with Big Boy this afternoon—to go swimming?"
"Yeah—he asked me, and you, too, Ev."
"Are you going?"
"Sure, might as well. I can't lose nothing—I'll get up around noon and go over to the room, and wait for him."
"You'll probably find him at the room waiting for you, if I know anything about men, and if I don't know anything about 'em, there ain't nobody who does. Where did Mickey go?"
"I'm in bed," came from one of the bedrooms. "You two pick out the bed you want to sleep in and go to it when you are ready. Good night."