(The blows had sobered him at first.) "What have you decided ?" he asked, standing before us with his legs apart and his hands behind him in his favorite attitude--swaying gently back and forward because of the drink, and showing all his teeth in a grin.
"Nothing," Fred answered.

"We'll think it over." "Too late in the morning!" he answered, continuing to sway.

"I can do nothing for you in the morning." "What can you do to-night ?" Fred asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.

"I can report.

The report will go in at dawn." "You may tell your superiors," Fred answered, rising, "that if they care to make us a reasonable offer, I don't say we won't do business!" Schubert leered.
"To-morrow will be too late!" he repeated.
It was Fred's turn to shrug shoulders, and he did it inimitably, turning his back on Schubert and helping Will support me to the door.
The feldwebel stood grinning while I held to the doorpost and they dragged Brown to his feet.