_He_ wasn't going to stay and get thrown out of any saloon; ah, no, you bet he was too clever for that.

He was sober enough now and would go home to bed and get a good sleep.
The fight in the saloon had completely sobered the rest of them.

Ellis was tractable enough again, and very sorry for having got them into such a row.

Vandover was horribly sick at his stomach.
The three locked arms and started slowly toward the Turkish baths.

On their way they stopped at an all-night drug store and had some seltzer.
* * * * * Vandover had about three hours' sleep that night.