If I can't do that without being introduced to a lot of folks, I'll beat it and find some lunch counter that will feed me without trying to make a boob outa me.
I ain't dressed to meet company, anyway.

And I don't want anything from this bunch except to be left alone." "Fair enough," Cliff sighed contentedly and leaned back at his ease.
"You're wiser than you realize.

Knowing this bunch wouldn't get you anywhere, except at the bottom of your pile, maybe.

What you want is to steer clear of everything that will interfere with what you're after.

Here come the eats--you'll know presently why I brought you here." Waiters came, brought strange preparations of food which were a revelation to Johnny, to whom meat had meant just meat, boiled, roasted or fried, to whom salad meant two or three kinds of vegetables hashed together and served sour.