He turned at length into the barroom and as he walked his eye was vacant.

He was humming brokenly: _"Sweet Adeline, my Adeline, At night, dear heart, for you I pine."_ Inside, he took firm hold upon the bar with both pudgy hands.
"O'Brien," he said, "red-eye." He pushed away the small glass which the bartender spun towards him and seized in its place a mighty water-tumbler.
"O'Brien," he explained, "I need strength, not encouragement." And filling the glass nearly to the brim he downed the huge potion at a single draught..