For at the instant Taggart had sneered at Calumet to his friends, the bartender, who had come in while Taggart and Calumet had been talking, leaned over to listen to the proprietor.
"In Taggart's place," said the proprietor, "I'd be mighty careful of that man.

Friend, eh?
Well, mebbe.

But you noticed that he didn't offer to shake hands with Taggart.

An' he wouldn't drink.

Reached his capacity! He had four in here.