They drank whisky, they drank it neat, and I fetched more.

I do not know whether Wolf Larsen cheated or not,--a thing he was thoroughly capable of doing,--but he won steadily.

The cook made repeated journeys to his bunk for money.

Each time he performed the journey with greater swagger, but he never brought more than a few dollars at a time.

He grew maudlin, familiar, could hardly see the cards or sit upright.