Then Sid packed him in, made one last terrible face and bolted across the sidewalk for the door.
Beyond the threshold he bolted for a telephone.
"Jan," he said in shocked tones, "I want you to come down to the bar and watch me.

I--I've made up my mind to get drunk.

I've got to." He gulped.

"I'll tell you why when you come down." "Oh, fiddlesticks!" said Jan in a bored voice.

"Go down to the grill and eat something.