It was a cumbersome instrument, heavy, with deep pine socket for the stump, and a projecting brace which passed under a leather belt around the man's waist.

This instrument he used with the dexterity of a third hand.

As Thorpe watched him, he drove in a projecting nail, kicked two "turkeys" dexterously inside the open door, and stuck the armed end of his peg-leg through the top and bottom of the whisky jug that one of the new arrivals had set down near the door.

The whisky promptly ran out.

At this the cripple flirted the impaled jug from the wooden leg far out over the rail of the verandah into the snow.
A growl went up.
"What'n hell's that for I!" snarled one of the owners of the whisky threateningly.
"Don't allow no whisky here," snuffed the harelip.
The men were very angry.