picked up his sombrero and turned. "See you later."
"Why!" she exclaimed. "I was just beginnin' to get acquainted!"
"A moth without money ain't no good," he smiled. "I 'm goin' out to find th' money. When I 'm in good company I like to spend. See you later?" He bowed as she nodded, and departed.
Emerging from McCall's he glanced at the "Retreat" and sauntered toward it. When he entered he found the cub resting his elbows on the pine bar, arguing with the bartender about the cigars sold in the establishment. The cub glanced up and appealed to the newcomer. "Ain't they?" he demanded.
Hopalong nodded. "I reckon so. But what is it about?"
"These cigars," explained the cub, ruefully. "I was just sayin' there ain't a good one in town."
"You lose," replied Hopalong. "Are you shore you knows a good cigar when you smokes it?"
