But how to get the liquor out of Mohune's vault I know not; and that reminds me, I have something in my pouches for Elzevir an' thee'; and with that he drew forth either lapel a great wicker-bound flask.

He put one to his lips, tilting it and drinking long and deep, and then passed it to me, with a sigh of satisfaction.

'Ah, that has the right smack.

Here, take it, child, and warm thy heart; 'tis the true milk of Ararat, and the last thou'lt taste this side the Channel.' Then I drank too, but lightly, for the good liquor was no stranger to me, though it was only so few months ago that I had tasted it for the first time in the Why Not?
and in a minute it tingled in my fingertips.

Soon a grateful sense of warmth and comfort stole over me, and our state seemed not so desperate, nor even the night so wild.