"Last week. Here, bartender; liquor for all hands."
The cub touched the glass to his lips and waved his hand at a table. Seated across from the stranger with the heaven-sent cigars he ordered the second round, and when he went to pay for it he drew out a big roll of bills and peeled off the one on the outside.
Hopalong frowned. "Sonny," he said in a low voice, "it ain't none of my affair, but you oughta put that wad away an' forget you have it when out in public. You should n't tempt yore feller men like that."
The cub laughed: "Oh, I had my eye teeth cut long ago. Play a little game?"
Hopalong was amused. "Didn't I just tell you not to tempt yore feller men?"
The cub grinned. "I reckon it 'll fade quick, anyhow; but it took me six months' hard work to get it together. It 'll last about six days, I suppose."
"Six hours, if you plays every man that comes along," corrected Hopalong.
