Besides general supervision, he had elected to assume the responsibility of composing the punch--something stiff, by jingo, a punch that would raise you right out of your boots; a regular hairlifter.
The harness room of the barn he had set apart for: himself and intimates.

He had brought a long table down from the house and upon it had set out boxes of cigars, bottles of whiskey and of beer and the great china bowls for the punch.

It would be no fault of his, he declared, if half the number of his men friends were not uproarious before they left.

His barn dance would be the talk of all Tulare County for years to come.

For this one day he had resolved to put all thoughts of business out of his head.