5/20 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. |