The latter had dropped into his chair again and now looked at Harrigan with twinkling eyes.
"You'd have fought 'em all, eh, lad ?" He burst into heavy laughter.
"Ah, the blue devil that came in your eyes! Why did I not let them have one whirl at you?
Ha, ha, ha!" "Wake me up," muttered Harrigan.

"I'm dreamin'!" "There's a thick lie in my throat," said Campbell.

"I must wash it out and leave a truth there!" He opened a small cupboard, exposing a formidable array of black and green bottles.

One of the black he pulled down, as well as two small glasses, which he filled to the brim.
"To your bonny blue eyes, lad!" he said, and raised a glass.

"Here's an end to the mutiny--and a drop to our old friendship!" Harrigan, still with clouded mind, raised the glass and drank.