What I want to say is, lend me your keys; I can't go home this way--lend me your keys and I'll go to your rooms and sleep it off." "All right, Marsh; think you can get there ?" "Of course; I'm all right." "And you'll go there if I give you my keys--you'll go nowhere else ?" "Of course I won't, Andy!" "You won't stop to talk with any one ?" "Who'll I find to talk with at this time of the night ?" laughed the drunken man derisively.

"It's three o'clock! Say, Andy, who'll I find to talk to ?" "By God, I hope no one, you fool!" muttered Gilmore.
"Well, give me the keys, Andy.

I'll go along and get to bed, and I want you to forget this conversation--" "Oh, I'll forget it all right, Marsh--but you won't after you come to your senses!" he added under his breath.
"Give me the keys--thanks.

Good night, Andy! I'll see you in the morning." He reeled uncertainly down the path, cursing his treacherous footing as he went.

At the gate he paused and waved an unsteady farewell to the gambler, who stood on the porch staring after him..