There'll be time enough.

The Frolic don't hardly git woke up till ten or 'leven, anyway." "At that it will be closed for the night before we arrive," Johnny stated morosely.

"It's a wonder to me you let the ocean stop you, Bland.
"Why didn't you go on and light in Japan?
We could have caught a boat back then, instead of walking." Once more Bland protested and explained and defended himself.

But Johnny had already drifted off into troubled meditation rendered somewhat vague and inconsequential by his rapid changes of financial condition, moods, environment--the brief ecstasy of his triumphant flight that had so ridiculous a climax.

Small wonder that Bland's whining voice failed to register anything but a dreary monotone of meaningless words in Johnny's ears.