He may have seen the hesitancy in Ford's face, for he laughed.

"I believe in starting on the inside and driving the frost out," he said.
The two poured generously from the bottle which the bartender pushed within easy reach, and Ford watched them.

There was a peculiar lift to Dick's upper lip--the lift which comes when scorn is the lever.

Ford's eyes hardened a little; he walked over and stood beside Dick, and he took a drink as unemotionally as if it had been water.

He ordered another round, threw a coin upon the bar, and walked out.