Hah, ha, ha! He done got 'nuff on't! Let's take a swigger, and then we gwine to go to sleep, like the rest on 'em." With no little difficulty Bird Riley got the bottle to his lips, wasting no little of the liquor in the operation.

He was entirely "full" then.
He handed the bottle to the engineer, and dropped over on his back, overcome by his frequent potions.

Graines did not find it necessary to go through the form of putting the bottle to his lips again, and after waiting a few minutes he was satisfied that the mate was in a deep slumber, from which he was not likely to wake for several hours.
But all the information he appeared to be capable of giving had been imparted, and Graines rose to his feet as steady as he ever was in his life, having taken hardly a swallow of the repulsive poison.

He walked away from the sleeping group on the ground, halting about twenty feet from them.

Christy saw him, for his eyes were open all the time, and he had listened with intense interest to the conversation between the engineer and the mate of the West Wind.
The lieutenant straightened himself up and looked about him.