He dipped a small glass in the liquor, and held near an ounce aloft.
"I wonder what the Vinters buy One-half so precious as the stuff they sell ?" he quoted.

"Down goes!" and he emptied the glass at a draft.

Then he walked to the group at the stove, and began dipping a drink for each.
When Jimmy came to a gray-haired man, with a high forehead and an intellectual face, he whispered: "Take your full time, Cap.

Who's the rhymin' inkybator ?" "Thread man, Boston," mouthed the Captain, as he reached for the glass with trembling fingers.

Jimmy held on.