And I've got glasses in my pocket--and a corkscrew, sir.

It never does to forget the corkscrew! We'll drink to happy days, eh, sir ?" Already the Celt's mouth was watering for draughts of the precious liquid.

Joy pervaded him that, for once at least, the iron rule of the Master was to be broken, and that the journey was to begin with proper libations.

The Master's curt syllables, however, instantly dispelled any illusions he might have entertained on that score.
"Drop them all out that open window, there," commanded the Master.
"What, sir?
Good Pommery?
Veuve ?" "No argument, Bohannan! Out they go!" Dismayed, the Celt did the other's bidding, while Alden smiled grimly.
Far below, glass crashed and jangled.
"What's the idea ?" demanded the major ruefully.
"You know very well, Major, my ruling on alcohol.

It doesn't mix with any motive power on this trip.