"I don't want my uniform soiled." With that Lane turned to Dalrymple, and said quietly: "Holt, I came here to find you, not to play cards.

That was a stall.

Come away with me.

You were not cut out for a card sharp or a booze fighter.
What's got into you that you can gamble and drink with _slackers_ ?" Dalrymple jammed his hat on and stepped toward the door.

"Dare, you said a lot.