In this dilemma he had again sought out St.George.
"Look out for Willits, Uncle George.

He'll be staggering in among the ladies if he gets another crack at that toddy.

It's an infernal shame to bring these relays of punch in here.

I tried to warn the colonel, but he came near eating me up.

Willits has had very little experience in this sort of thing and is mixing his eggnog with everything within his reach.
That will split his head wide open in the morning." "Go and find him, Teackle, and bring him to me," cried St.George; "I'll stay here until you get him.