"Mr.Haley, I believe ?" "The same, sir," said Haley.

"And now, gentlemen, seein' as we've met so happily, I think I'll stand up to a small matter of a treat in this here parlor.

So, now, old coon," said he to the man at the bar, "get us hot water, and sugar, and cigars, and plenty of the _real stuff_ and we'll have a blow-out." Behold, then, the candles lighted, the fire stimulated to the burning point in the grate, and our three worthies seated round a table, well spread with all the accessories to good fellowship enumerated before.
Haley began a pathetic recital of his peculiar troubles.

Loker shut up his mouth, and listened to him with gruff and surly attention.

Marks, who was anxiously and with much fidgeting compounding a tumbler of punch to his own peculiar taste, occasionally looked up from his employment, and, poking his sharp nose and chin almost into Haley's face, gave the most earnest heed to the whole narrative.