His mother, breaking over the traces of restraint, hugged the jug of whiskey, taking swig after swig as the vigil wore on.

At last Davy, driven to it, insisted upon having his share.

Bill drank but little, and it was not long before Rosalie observed the shifty, nervous look in his eyes.

From time to time he slyly appropriated certain articles, dropping them into his coat pocket.

His ear muffs, muffler, gloves, matches, tobacco and many chunks of bread and bacon were stowed stealthily in the pockets of his coat.