“Why not?”
“It isn’t good for me.”
“Oh, rats! It’s good for any man!”
“Do you mean to say you won’t drink anything, Merriwell, old man?” asked Fillmore, as if greatly disappointed.
“You may bring me some gin,” he finally said.
“Ah-ha!” they cried. “That’s the talk! We knew he was a good fellow.”
Merry turned to the waiter.
“Bring me some Old Tom in a bottle,” he said. “I’ll take plain water for a chaser; no ginger ale or anything of that sort.”
Instantly Hodge took the cue.