"Want to stay in town over night?" asked Dave. "Like a little change from the hills?"
"Let's go and get something to eat," said one of the other men, who rode up. "I want somethin' different from ranch cookin'. Ain't a first-class cook myself."
Sid was glad to eat bread that did not have yellow streaks in it. He was glad to have some meat, too. But, after eating, the other man said to Dave:
"Come take a drink."
They were on the sidewalk, untying their horses. Sid pulled Dave by the sleeve.
"Don't," whispered Sid.
Dave stopped and smiled.
"Come on!" said the other man.
"I don't get down to town only once in a while," said Dave. "Never drink other times, Sid."
He went with the man. Sid waited; it seemed to him that he had to wait a long time.