Why, a single glass of beer would give me heartburn and spoil my next good meal.

But he flourishes on it.

Look at him! Look at him!" And so, knowing his captain's speech, swollen with pride in his own prowess, Dag Daughtry would continue his ship-work with extra vigour and punish a seventh quart for the day in advertisement of his remarkable constitution.

It was a queer sort of fame, as queer as some men are; and Dag Daughtry found in it his justification of existence.
Wherefore he devoted his energy and the soul of him to the maintenance of his reputation as a six-quart man.

That was why he made, in odd moments of off-duty, turtle-shell combs and hair ornaments for profit, and was prettily crooked in such a matter as stealing another man's dog.