We'd sold some stock well and we rushed him in.

Well, now, if you still feel you must work it off on somebody you've got to tackle Dobey and me!" Alton let his hands drop.

"Do you know what you have done ?" said he.
"It wasn't very much, anyway," said the other man.

"Tom didn't want to come in; told us he'd a message for you.

But we made him, and were sorry after, because when he got started he left us very little whisky." Alton glanced at him a moment, and the man grew embarrassed under his gaze.