From the open door of a side room came a murmur of voices.
"Where's Rhiny ?" demanded Pete of the bartender.
"Rhiny don't own the place now.

Sold out and gone." "Shucks!" said Pete.

"That's too bad.

Where'd he go ?" "Don't know.

You might ask the boss." He raised his voice: "Hey, Dewing! Gentleman here to speak to you." At the summons, Something Dewing appeared at the side door; he gave a little start when he saw Pete at the bar.
"Why, hello, Johnson! Well met! This is a surprise." "Same here," said Pete.