"I ought to make you drink all three drinks for being so slow about drinking one!" "Three drinks!" exclaimed the fat man, trembling violently.

"It--it would kill me!" "I think it would," said Ronicky.

"I swear I think it would.

And maybe even one will be a sort of a shock, eh ?" He commanded suddenly: "Drink! Drink that glass and clean out the last drop of it, or we'll tie you and pry your mouth open and pour the whole bottle down your throat.

You understand ?" A feeble moan came from the throat of the hotel keeper.