The show went on, to a solid success, as it did every night. It was eleven thirty, the band went wild, so did everybody else. There was only thirty minutes left to drink in, before the bridge closed for the night. Everyone was making the most of it. Evelyn and Pearl finally worked their way back to the bar, where Evelyn ordered a pint of whiskey, and killed the whole thing without taking it down from her lips. "Jees, am I gonna get drunk tonight--make it another pint, Henry--pronto," yelled Evelyn. Pearl and Harry were wrapped in each other's arms, conscious of nothing around them, living for the night only. The States Cafe, the rendezvous for the continuation of the gaiety after one has come on the American side, not a large place by any means, but serving good food, with no hindrance whatsoever for the noise and ribaldry of the crowd, and took no notice of the bottles of straight American whiskey that appeared as if by magic out of the ladies' bosoms, where they had been concealed while in Juarez. The crowd had just begun to come in when Evelyn and Pearl arrived. "Let's get a booth, Ev, and save a seat for Harry, as he ought to be here soon." "Sure, grab a booth--but there is no need of saving a seat for Harry, he's already here," said Evelyn, as Harry put his arms around Pearl from behind. "Oh, Harry, dear, I had no idea you would be here so soon," said Pearl, happily, "Sit here, dear." "What's the matter with you, Ev," asked Harry, "haven't you a boy friend tonight?" "Yeah, I've had a boy friend for the past twenty-four hours, but he's up in my room, trying to sober up enough to go home. He is a louse to his wife--but--damn--he's good to me. He paid my rent for a month, and opened me a charge account at the White House, and gives me twenty bucks a month." "Don't this place have but the one waiter for all these people?" asked Pearl. "Just the one dear; Frank is his name, and he takes his time, but he's a good scout--wait, I'll go and get you some water--gee, but you are sweet. Boy--oh--boy, I'd love to cut you," said Harry, as he kissed her on the ear and went for the water. "Good Lord, Ev, did you hear what he said--he must be a sadist." "No, I think Harry's Irish." "But he said he would love to cut me." "Well, dear, that expression has more definitions than the one you happen to know," said Evelyn. "My God, look who's here--if it ain't Mickey and Betty--for the love of Heaven, where have you two been for the past rear-end of the week?" Betty and Mickey came over to the table, hellos and greetings were very much in order, loud, noisy, raucous, but good natured was the dirty banter that passed to and fro among the crowd. Finally they left Pearl and Evelyn, but not until they made Pearl promise to pay them a visit, then they squeezed into a booth with four other people, but where they could still see everybody, and shout ribald songs of the border at the top of their voices.