Not a drop of liquor passed his lips.

He did not dare it under the circumstances, for he had only Louis and me to depend upon, and Louis was even now at the wheel.

We were sailing on through the fog without a look-out and without lights.

That Wolf Larsen had turned the liquor loose among his men surprised me, but he evidently knew their psychology and the best method of cementing in cordiality, what had begun in bloodshed.
His victory over Death Larsen seemed to have had a remarkable effect upon him.

The previous evening he had reasoned himself into the blues, and I had been waiting momentarily for one of his characteristic outbursts.
Yet nothing had occurred, and he was now in splendid trim.