smoke without them.

"Well, then," says Bill, "I'll toss you to see who's to face the
landlord."

"Well, I'll be blessed!" I says. "I'll see you further first. You
have got a front. You mugged that stuff away, and you'll have to get
us out of the mess."

It made him wild to be called a mug, and we swore and growled at each
other for a while; but we daren't speak loud enough to have a fight,
so at last I agreed to toss up for it, and I lost.

Bill started to give me some of his points, but I shut him up quick.

"You've had your turn, and made a mess of it," I said. "For God's
sake give me a show. Now, I'll go into the bar and ask for the swags,
and carry them out on to the veranda, and then go back to settle up.
You keep him talking all the time. You dump the two swags together,
and smoke like sheol. That's all you've got to do."

I went into the bar, got the swags front the missus, carried them out
on to the veranda, and then went back.

Stiffner came in.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, sir," says Stiffner.