for he'll spend all the more freely. Get your crowd and enlighten them—it'll be better than a circus. This may sound like a steer, but it's straight."
Hopalong thought for a minute and then leaned on the cigar case:
"I reckon I'll take about a dozen of yore very best cigars, Charley. Got any real high-toned brands?"
"Cortez panatella—two for a simoleon," Charley replied. "But, seein' that it's you, I'll throw off a dollar on a dozen. They're a fool notion of the old man, for we can't sell one in a month."
Hopalong dug up a handful and threw one on the counter, lighting another: "Yu light a Cortez panatella with me," he said, pocketing the remainder. "That's five simoleons she didn't get. So long."
He journeyed to Tom Lee's and found his outfit making merry. Passing around his cigars he leaned against, the bar and delighted in the first really good smoke he had since he came home from Kansas City.
Johnny Nelson blew a cloud of smoke at the ceiling and paused with a pleased expression on his face:
"This is a lalapoloosa of a cigar," he cried. "Where'd yu get it, an' how many's left?"
"I got it from Charley, an' there's more than yu can buy at fifty a shot."
"Well, I'll just take a few for luck," Johnny responded, running out into the street. Returning in five minutes with both hands full of cigars he passed them around and grinned: "They're birds, all right!"
Hopalong smiled, turned to Buck and related his conversation with Charley. "What do yu think of that?" he asked as he finished.
"I think Charley oughter be yore guardian," replied the foreman.
