(Yes; it was Scotty of the Idler adventure.

Irish had followed Spider on board the Razzle Dazzle, and Scotty, turning up, had taken Irish's place.) But the things I did on the water only partly counted.

What completed everything, and won for me the title of "Prince of the Oyster Beds," was that I was a good fellow ashore with my money, buying drinks like a man.
I little dreamed that the time would come when the Oakland water-front, which had shocked me at first would be shocked and annoyed by the devilry of the things I did.
But always the life was tied up with drinking.

The saloons are poor men's clubs.

Saloons are congregating places.