It was comradeship that counted.
"Have another ?" I said.

And we had another, and I paid for it.

Nelson, with the wisdom of the skilled drinker, said to the barkeeper, "Make mine a small one, Johnny." Johnny nodded and gave him a glass that contained only a third as much as the glasses we had been drinking.

Yet the charge was the same--five cents.
By this time I was getting nicely jingled, so such extravagance didn't hurt me much.

Besides, I was learning.