Th' real souse." "So that's his game, huh ?" said the bartender.

"How's th' gink in number four ?" "Dead t' th' world." "Tip th' Sneak.

There may be a chancet t' roll 'em both.

Here y' are.
Soak 'im two-fifty." Half an hour longer Thomas waited.

Then he rose and tiptoed to the door, drawing it back without the least sound.