Presently he came back to the stove and stood staring disgustedly down upon the effusively friendly Bill, leering up at him pacifically.
"If I didn't feel so rotten," he said glumly, "I'd give you another licking right now, Bill--you boozing old devil.

I'd like to lick every darned galoot that stood back and let me in for this.

You'd ought to have stopped me.

You'd oughta pounded the face off me before you let me do such a fool thing.

That," he said bitterly, "shows how much a man can bank on his friends!" "It shows," snorted Bill indignantly, "how much he can bank on himself!" "On whisky, to let him in for all kinds uh trouble," revised Sandy virtuously.