"It will stiffen your nerve." "Thanks, no, Senor.

I have nerve enough and once I start that sort of thing there is no stopping.

Take it yourself and then tell me what is in the wind." "I will, Gates," affecting cordiality, although I somehow felt that my refusal to imbibe had aroused a faint suspicion in his mind.

"But I would rather you would show yourself a good fellow.

I like to see a man take his liquor and hold it." He sat down the emptied glass, and straightened back in the chair, his eyes searching as ever.
"The fact is," he began doubtfully, "what you just said to me on deck chanced to be of interest.