Drink 'er down!" Casey blinked again, but this time he did not grin.

He debated swiftly his chance of scaring Joe with the dynamite before Joe would shoot.
But Joe had his finger crooked with drunken solemnity upon the trigger.
The time for dynamite was not now.
"Pap an' Hank, they lap up anything an' call it good.

I claim that's got a back-action kick to it.

Drink 'er down!" Casey drank 'er down.

It was like swallowing flames.