You know where they're kept." Kilrain falling to the temptation, asked: "Where's the key to the cabinet ?" For Drew kept his tobacco in a small cabinet, locked because of long experience with tobacco-loving employees.

Lawlor started to speak, checked himself, fumbled through his pockets, and then roared: "Smash the door open.

I misplaced the key." No semblance of a smile altered the faces of the cowpunchers around the table, but glances of vague meaning were interchanged.

Kilrain reappeared almost at once, bearing a large box of cigars under each arm.
"The eats bein' over," announced Lawlor, "we can now light up.

Open them boxes, Shorty.