"We don't like to loaf around such a place," said Perry rather grandly, considering our circumstances, "without putting down a few dollars."
"That's all right," said George; "but once or twice is enough, boys. After you have seen what the thing is like, keep away from the tiger. She is a greedy beast, and always hungry; and of course you can't think of sitting down at a poker-table with the professional players."
Direct advice was rather a new strain for Randall, and we were not surprised when he dropped it abruptly as we filed into a little private room at the restaurant.
"Yes, I fancy old Bouteille might have made a humorous speech," he said, after ordering the oysters. "Three?" he added, looking at me, "or four?"
"Quarts?" I asked in reply.
George nodded.
"Two, I should say."
"Oh, bother!" exclaimed Perry. "We should only have to trouble the waiter again."
So George ordered four bottles of beer.
"It's after ten o'clock, sir," said the waiter doubtfully. It is needless to say that he was a new one.