You're right; I'm the goat; and if I don't quit butting I'll sure end by slapping some sissy citizen with an axe." He gave the doctor's hand a perfunctory shake with his thin, damp fingers; dropped it, turned to go, halted, retraced his steps.
"Will it give me the willies if I kiss a cocktail good-bye before I start for that fresh guy, Mulqueen ?" "Start _now_, I tell you! Haven't I your word ?" "Yes--but on the way to buy transportation can't I offer myself one last----" "_Can't_ you be a good sport, Stuyve ?" The youth hesitated, scowled.
"Oh, very well," he said carelessly, turned and went out.
As he walked along in the slush he said to himself: "I guess it's up the river for mine....

By God, it's a shame, for I'm feeling pretty good, too, and that's no idle quip!...

Old Squills handed out a line of talk all right-o!...

He landed it, too....

I ought to find something to do." As he walked, a faint glow stimulated his enervated intelligence; ideas, projects long abandoned, desires forgotten, even a far echo from the old ambition stirring in its slumber, quickened his slow pulses.