He spilled a little of it, and the steward, who saw that his fingers shook, glanced at him curiously as he set it down.
"I guess that will fix you, sir," he said.

"You're not feeling well ?" Deringham made a little gesture of assent, and the man drew him out a chair.

"That is good brandy," he said.

"You'd better sit down there quietly and have another.

Here's _The Colonist_.