If you follow my lead to-day, you'll be petrified by night.

You better git, and let me go it alone." Frank laughed uneasily.

"Aw, I guess you ain't all that fatal, Bud.
Let's go over and have some breakfast--only it'll be dinner." "You go, if you want to." Bud tilted the bottle again, his eyes half closed while he swallowed.

When he had finished, he shuddered violently at the taste of the whisky.

He got up, went to the water bucket and drank half a dipper of water.