His voice was half a sob.
"Trent, you are a young man--not old like me.

You don't understand my constitution.

Brandy is a necessity to me! I've lived on it so long that I shall die if you keep it from me.

Remember, it's a whole day since I tasted a drop! Now I'll make it a hundred.

What do you say to that?
One hundred!" Trent paused in his game, and looked steadfastly into the eager face thrust close to his.