"Who told you I had it? I know—I know! She shaw me take a little snifter. She blabbed!"
"Everyone could see you had taken too much. We all knew you had some of the wretched stuff somewhere."
"Not wretched stuff! 'Sgood whisky! I know poor shtuff when I taste it. Tha's all ri'."
"If you don't make a big brace, you'll get down without taking another drop," declared Merry, in great concern.
"Who shays so?" cried the old man, again stiffening up. "I know how much I can hol'. Gimme that bottle!"
"No, sir: you shall not have it."
An angry glare came into Dan's red eyes.
"Will have it!" he fumed. "Gotter have my med'cine! No ri' to take it 'way from me! Cussid girl had to blab! I'll fix her!"
"Don't you dare lay a hand on Cassie!" warned Frank, instantly. "If you do——"