Just as they were going out Ryer met them.
"Hello, hello," he cried.

"Lord, what a wet day! You two are going the wrong way.

You're going to have a drink with me.

Three whiskey punches, Joe." "No, no," answered McTeague, shaking his head.

"I'm going back home.
I've had two glasses of whiskey already." "Sha!" cried Heise, catching his arm.