He asserted that he was "obbressed;" Cutter had taken his steer.

He retired to a corner and seated himself in a heap on his chair, his heels on the rungs, wiping the tears from his eyes, refusing to be comforted.

Old Broderson startled Annixter, who sat next to him, out of all measure by suddenly winking at him with infinite craftiness.
"When I was a lad in Ukiah," he whispered hoarsely, "I was a devil of a fellow with the girls; but Lordy!" he nudged him slyly, "I wouldn't have it known!" Of those who were drinking, Annixter alone retained all his wits.

Though keeping pace with the others, glass for glass, the punch left him solid upon his feet, clear-headed.

The tough, cross-grained fibre of him seemed proof against alcohol.