"Harry, let's go along to the restaurant.

I'm hungry." As the two young engineers stepped into the car and were driven away, Ashby dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands.
"So I'm to be beaten out of the hotel game here, am I!" the hotel man asked himself, gritting his teeth.

"I'm to be driven out by Reade, the fellow whom I once kicked out of my hotel! Oh--well, all right!".