His whole big body seemed to be wilting, as though in a terrific heat.

"I dunno!" he murmured.

"I dunno what's got into you fellers.

I tell you, I never drink." "You lie, you fat fool!" retorted Ronicky.

"Didn't I smell your breath ?" Bill Gregg dropped his own glass on the table and hurriedly came to confront his host by the side of Ronicky.
"Breath ?" asked the fat man hurriedly, still gasping more and more heavily for air.