Savve ?" Oh, certainly, I savve'd.

I nodded my head, and, as one man to another, thanked him for his tip; and drifted back to the group at the bar.

No; I did not treat.

I never dreamed that I was expected to treat.

I left with Spider, and my ears burn now as I try to surmise the things they must have said about me.
I asked Spider, in an off-hand way, what was eating French Frank.