"Booze?
Or just bumps ?" "A little of both," said Ford indifferently, between puffs.

He was thinking of the tale Dick would tell at the house, and he was thinking of the probable effect upon one listener; the other didn't worry him, though he liked Mrs.Kate very much.
Jim went over and investigated; discovering that Mose was close to snoring, he sat upon a corner of the other table, swung a spurred boot, and regarded Ford interestedly over his own cigarette building.

"Say, for a man that's supposed to be soused," he began, after a silence, "you act and talk remarkably lucid.

I wish I could carry booze like that," he added regretfully.

"But I can't; my tongue and my legs always betray the guilty secret.