"You'd much better." "No," answered Crailey.

"Are you?
"No.

I'm going to work." "You've been all up night, too, haven't you ?" Crailey put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Were you hunting for me ?" "No; not last night." Crailey lurched suddenly, and Tom caught him about the waist to steady him.
"Sweethearting, tippling, vingt-et-un, or poker, eh, Tom ?" he shouted, thickly, with a wild laugh.

"Ha, ha, old smug-face, up to my bad tricks at last!" But, recovering himself immediately, he pushed the other off at arm's length, and slapped himself smartly on the brow.