"Whiskey?
No, I can't drink whiskey.

It kind of disagrees with me." "Oh, the hell!" returned Heise, easily.

"Take it as medicine.

You'll get your death-a-cold if you stand round soaked like that.

Two whiskey and gum, Joe." McTeague emptied the pony glass at a single enormous gulp.
"That's the way," said Heise, approvingly.