Part 40 (1/2)
”And you did bully for the first time. I couldn't play so well my first game.”
Sam felt flattered by this compliment from his companion.
”Now I must go back,” he said.
”I'll go along back with you. But we'll take a drink first. I want to change my bill too.”
”Why didn't you do it in the billiard-saloon? They had a bar there.”
”They might suspect something if both of us offered tens. Here's a place close by. Come in here.”
Jim led the way into a drinking-saloon, and Sam followed.
”It's my treat,” said Jim. ”What'll you have?”
”What are you goin' to take?”
”A whiskey-punch.”
”I'll take one too.”
”Two whiskey-punches, and mind you make 'em stiff,” said Jim.
He tossed down his gla.s.s, but Sam drank more slowly.
Jim paid for the drinks, and they went out into the street.
CHAPTER XXIV.
SAM'S EXCUSES.
Sam was not used to liquor, and was more easily affected than most.
When he got out into the street his head spun round, and he staggered.
His companion observed it.
”Why, you don't mean ter say yer tight, Sam?” he said, pausing and looking at him.
”I don't know what it is,” said Sam, ”but I feel queer.”
”Kinder light in the head, and shaky in the legs?”
”Yes, that's the way I feel.”
”Then you're drunk.”
”Drunk!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sam, rather frightened, for he was still unsophisticated compared with his companion.
”Just so. I say, you must be a chicken to get tight on one whiskey-punch,” added Jim, rather contemptuously.