But gloomy forebodings seize me: it is suspiciously light.

Paradoxically, its lightness induces gravity in me.
But that pun is entirely too fine-drawn for camp atmosphere." He shook the canteen near his ear.

"Alas! no gurgle responds to my fond caresses-- Canteen, Mavourneen, O, why art thou silent, Thou voice of my heart?
It is--woe is me--it is empty." "Of course it is--you were the last one at it." "I hurl that foul imputation back into thy teeth base knave.

Thou thyself art a very daughter of a horse-leech with a canteen of whisky." Abe looked at him inquiringly.

"You must've found some, some place," he said, "or you wouldn't be so awful glib.