CHAPTER VII.
A FREAK OF FATE.
Waldron was the first to speak.

With a sudden laugh, boisterous and wild, he cried: "Flint, you old scoundrel, you're drunk!" "Drunk yourself!" retorted the Billionaire, half starting from his chair, his fist clenched in sudden passion.

"How dare you-- ?" "Dare?
I dare anything!" exclaimed Waldron.

"Yes, I admit it--I _am_ half seas over.

That ozone--God! what a stimulant! Must be some wonderfully powerful form.