And I glimpsed, as through a golden haze, a future wherein that page would be much charged, and crossed off, and charged again.
I treated a second time around, and then, to my amazement, Johnny redeemed himself in that matter of the ten-cent drink.

He treated us around from behind the bar, and I decided that he had arithmetically evened things up handsomely.
"Let's go around to the St.Louis House," Spider suggested when we got outside.

Pat, who had been shovelling coal all day, had gone home, and Clam had gone upon the Reindeer to cook supper.
So around Spider and I went to the St.Louis House--my first visit--a huge bar-room, where perhaps fifty men, mostly longshoremen, were congregated.

And there I met Soup Kennedy for the second time, and Bill Kelley.

And Smith, of the Annie, drifted in--he of the belt-buckled revolvers.