He also leaned a bit heavily.

"Sure," he said.

"I'm ready, any time you are." "Some of these days," Bud stated with drunken deliberation, "they'll take and hang you, Frank, for being such an agreeable cuss." He took Frank gravely by the arm and walked him to the bar, paid for two beers with almost his last dollar, and, still holding Frank firmly, walked him out of doors and down the street to Frank's cabin.

He pushed him inside and stood looking in upon him with a sour appraisement.
"You are the derndest fool I ever run across--but at that you're a good scout too," he informed Frank.

"You sober up now, like I said.