I like 'em that way.

Much rather have 'em with a fight.

Well, let's have your price.
Hey, O'Brien, trot out your red-eye; I'm going to do some business here!" O'Brien came hastily, with drinks, and while they waited Strann queried politely: "Belong around these parts ?" "No," answered the other softly.
"No?
Where you come from ?" "Over there," said Barry, and waved a graceful hand towards half the points of the compass.
"H-m-m!" muttered Strann, and once more he bent a keen gaze upon his companion.

The drinks were now placed before them.

"Here," he concluded, "is to the black devil outside!" And he swallowed the liquor at a gulp, but as he replaced the empty glass on the table he observed, with breathless amazement, that the whiskey glass of the stranger was still full; he had drunk his chaser! "Now, by God!" said Strann in a ringing voice, and struck a heavy hand upon the top of the table.