It was almost religion, there in the silver-mines, to precede such a meal with whisky cocktails.

Artemus, with the true cosmopolitan instinct, always deferred to the customs of the country he was in, and so he ordered three of those abominations.

Hingston was present.

I said I would rather not drink a whisky cocktail.

I said it would go right to my head, and confuse me so that I would be in a helpless tangle in ten minutes.