He started forward, but the drunken young habitant lurched sideways under the tree and collapsed upon the ground, a bottle of whiskey falling out of his pocket and rolling almost to his own feet.
"Champagne Charlie is my name," sang the medicine-man.

All Charley's old life surged up in him as dyked water suddenly bursts bounds and spreads destruction.

He had an uncontrollable impulse.

As a starving animal snatches at the first food offered it, he stooped, with a rattle in his throat, seized the bottle, uncorked it, put it to his lips, and drank--drank--drank.
Then he turned and plunged away into the trees.

The sound of the song followed him.