"Hey, Kamasura! Drink! Whisky!" Instantly Kamasura, who had evidently anticipated the order, came staggering into the room with a literal armful of bottles.

Hovey himself brought a glass and placed it in the hand of Klopp and filled it to the brim.
"Drink!" shouted Hovey, and sprang upon a chair so that all might see him.

"Drink to Fritz Klopp! White Henshaw potted him, but he laughs at death, and he'll bring the old _Heron_ to shore.

Here's to Fritz Klopp!" Many a glass was raised high.

They drank with a shout of applause to Fritz Klopp, who sat without stirring his glass, one hand upon it, and the other buried among the heaps of gold, his head resting against the back of the chair, and his red mouth still ajar in that horrible grin.
"What ye laughin' at ?" yelled Sam Hall in his ear.