He said so his own self afterwards.

He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon that was sort of piling it on, maybe.
After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky there for two drunks and one delirium tremens.

That was always his word.

I judged he would be blind drunk in about an hour, and then I would steal the key, or saw myself out, one or t'other.

He drank and drank, and tumbled down on his blankets by and by; but luck didn't run my way.