One cab had to wait while Pop and Freddie resumed various parts of their clothing.
As they drove home, Freddie said—"Well, Pop, you beat me."
Pop said—"That's all right, old man."
The kids, grinning, said—"How much did you lose, Benson?"
Benson said defiantly—"Oh, not so much. How much did you win?"
"Oh, not so much."
Old Colonel Hammigan, squeezed down in a corner, had apparently been reviewing the event in his mind, for he suddenly remarked, "Well, I'm damned!"
They were late in reaching the Café Colorado, but when they did, the bottles were on the bar as thick as pickets on a fence.