A minute later Rupert entered the chambrée.
"He's not in the lavabo," he announced.
"No, it's all right. I found him here. He has just gone down to Carmelita's.… Let's go over to the Canteen, I want to meet the gentle Luigi Rivoli there."
On the stairs they encountered the Bucking Bronco, who was told that Feodor had been found and informed.
"Our Loojey's in the road-house," he announced, "layin' off ter Madam.… I wish she'd deliver the goods ef she's gwine ter. Then we could git next our Loojey without raisin' hell with Carmelita."
"Is the Canteen fairly full?" asked John Bull.
"Some!" replied the Bucking Bronco.
"Then I'm going over to seek sorrow," said the other.
"Yure not goin' ter git fresh, an' slug the piker any, air yew, John?" enquired the American anxiously.
"No, Buck," was the reply. "I'm only going to make an interestin' announcement," and, turning to Rupert, he advised him not to identify himself with any proceedings which might ensue.
"You are hardly complimentary, Bull," commented Rupert resentfully.…
As the three entered the Canteen, which was rapidly filling up, they caught sight of Rivoli lolling against the bar in his accustomed corner, and whispering confidentially to Madame, during her intervals of leisure. Pushing his way through the throng John Bull, closely followed by his two friends, approached the Neapolitan. His back was towards them. The American, whose face wore an ugly look, touched Rivoli with his foot.
