"Who says I can't?
I've got lots of money, and there's lots of booze here.

Who says I can't drink any more ?" And now, for the first time, he seemed to realize that Sanderson stood before him.

But the knowledge appeared merely to increase his belligerence to an insane fury.

He broke from Sanderson's restraining grasp and stood off, reeling, looking at Sanderson with the grin of a satyr.
"Look who's telling me I can't drink any more!" he taunted, so that nearly every man in the room turned to look at him, "It's my guardian angel gentlemen--Will Bransford, of the Double A! Will Bransford--ha, ha, ha! Will Bransford! Come an' look at him, gentlemen! Says I can't drink any more booze.

He's running the Double A, Bransford is.
There's a lot I could tell you about Bransford--a whole lot! He ain't----" His maudlin talk broke off short, for Sanderson had stepped to his side and placed a hand over his mouth.