You'll sleep it off in a few hours." Bud did not look up, or make any move to show that he heard.

But presently he rose and went heavily over to his bunk.

"I don't want any darn coffee," he growled, and sprawled himself stomach down on the bed, with his face turned from the light.
Cash eyed him coldly, with the corner of his upper lip lifted a little.
Whatever weaknesses he possessed, drinking and gambling had no place in the list.

Nor had he any patience with those faults in others.

Had Bud walked down drunk to Cash's camp, that evening when they first met, he might have received a little food doled out to him grudgingly, but he assuredly would not have slept in Cash's bed that night.