"We'll go out without paying!" "Not at all," retorted Schubert.

"The mess shall pay bill in full! You stay here until I have said what I have to say to you! The rest of your party may go, but you stay! You can explain to the others afterward." He leaned forward, reached a bottle of beer off the table, knocked off the neck, and emptied the contents down his throat at a draught.
Behind his back we exchanged glances.
"I'll listen," said Fred.
"You alone ?" "No, we all stay.

All or none!" Schubert made a contemptuous gesture with his thumb toward Brown, who had fallen dead drunk on the floor.
"Will that one stay, too ?" "He is not of our party really," Fred answered.

"He knows nothing of our affairs." "You men are in trouble--worse trouble than you guess!" Schubert looked with his cruel blue eyes into each of ours in turn, then stared straight in front of him and waited.
"I don't believe it," Fred answered.

"We have done nothing to merit trouble." "Merit in this world is another name for chance!" said Schubert.
"What are we supposed to have done ?" demanded Fred.
Schubert at once assumed what was intended to be a sly look, of uncommunicable knowledge.
"None of my business to tell what my officers know," he answered.