"It's been using me rough, awful rough," replied Ashbaugh. "I ain't even got the price of a drink."
Curry laid a silver coin upon the bar.
"Have one with me," said he.
"Don't mind if I do," said Ashbaugh, and poured out a stiff libation of water-front whisky. Old Man Curry took water, and the wise bartender, after one look at the stranger, drew it from a faucet.
"How!" said Henry, tilting the poison into his system.
"My regards!" said Old Man Curry, sipping his water slowly.
"Same old bird!" ejaculated Ashbaugh, clapping Curry on the back. "Solomon on the brain! Speaking of birds, though, did you ever see one that could fly with only one wing?"
"I never did," was the grave response. "Have another?"
"If you force me," said Ashbaugh, pouring out a second heavy dose. Old Man Curry took more water. Ashbaugh gulped once and passed the back of his hand over his lips.