He smelt strongly of rum.
"Well done!...

Fine fellow!...

There's a bet for you!...

Devil take you!" came from different sides.
The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money.
Dolokhov stood frowning and did not speak.

Pierre jumped upon the window sill.
"Gentlemen, who wishes to bet with me?
I'll do the same thing!" he suddenly cried.