They went into the bar--crowds were milling, singing, talking, cursing and drinking to the war. "This is going to be another wild night over here--I can see that already--come on, let's get a drink, and then you can go in and see Harry." "O. K." "Well, for the love of Jees--what happened to you?" asked Mickey, as she came up to Pearl. "You needn't tell me--Big Boy--ain't I right?" "Right--what are you drinking, Mickey?" asked Pearl. "Whiskey--but how did it happen, and when?" "Well, he is jealous of me--and he knew I was lying about last night, and so--he took a sock at me." "Ah, that's lousy." "Yeah--that's lousy, but she got returns at once," said Evelyn. "She has already moved to the Hussman, and what an apartment--and then the boy friend came in and handed her a bank book all her own, with a grand for her to check on--then he goes away tonight to the mine, and Pearl is going to be true to him till he comes back--like Hell." "Well, that calls for celebration," said Mickey, as she drank her whiskey. "It does," answered Pearl. "I think we should do it tonight, after the bridge closes--what do you say?" "Good--I'll be there, but I ain't telling anyone about it--you do your own telling--I might invite someone you don't want--well, I got a date to roll a guy--I'll be seeing you," as she went into the crowd. "Mickey is a damn good scout," said Pearl. "She's regular," answered Evelyn. "Oh, listen--that's Harry singing--come on in and let's sit at a table and see the show--I could watch him all night." "You probably will--but he won't be singing." "Now, Ev, you shouldn't begrudge me a little pleasure--at least Harry never gave me a black eye." "No--and from all I hear, he ain't got much of what you're crazy about, to give, either." "Do you believe all you hear, Ev?" "Well, I can't say that I do--but I have no reason to doubt the rumor, unless you care to enlighten me on the subject." "Well, darling, you use your imagination--and sign my name to it." "Really." "Surest thing, Ev." "Don't tell me I've missed something." "I think you have." "Well, it's really too late now--all I can do is be sorry." "You see, Ev--what I really like about Harry is his--well, his way." "No--REALLY," said Evelyn, eyes wide. "That's what it is." "Well, I admit I've always suspected Harry." "What?" said Pearl. "Oh, nothing," smiled Evelyn, "But that calls for another drink--waiter, whiskey, quick." "I'll have one, too--pronto." They drank the whiskey, and crowded their way into the cabaret, and back near the band stand, where they found an unoccupied table, that commanded a good view of the show. "I'll be with you in a few minutes," said Harry, as he passed their table.