"Achilles, poor old scout, was much the inferior of the two." Again in fury Adam Craig coughed until it seemed that his life must end.

Again he drank.

Kenny knew by the flurried brightness of his eyes sunk deep in the yellowed gauntness of his face that he was drunk.
He shuddered and rose.

Already the old man's head was drooping toward his chest in a drunken stupor.

With an effort he roused and leered.
"Cinderella, damn you!" he said.