He had measured him and was telling him the result of that measure.

He told it, too, in a way that made the other man realize the opinion behind the words.
"Come on," said Blunkers, good-naturedly.
They went over to the court, and a whispered colloquy took place between the justice and the bartender.
"That's all right, Mr.Stirling," presently said the judge.

"Clerk, strike Dennis Moriarty's fine off the list." "Thank you," said Peter to the saloon-keeper.

"If I can ever do a turn for you, let me know it." "Dat's hunky," said the man, and they parted.
Peter went out and walked into the region of the National Milk Company, but this time he went to the brewery.

He found Mr.Bohlmann, and told him the story, asking his advice at the end.
"Dondt you vool von minute mit dod Edelheim.