"Anyone would," said Donnell unemotionally. "A white-livered rat like you!"
Weald wiped his mouth. The whisky was going to his head.
"I'm not a white-livered rat, Donnell!" he blustered.
"You're a white-livered rat and a yellow cur at the same time," said Donnell without heat, testing the sights of his Colt on the whisky bottle.
Weald lurched towards him.
"Donnell, you take that back!"
"Don't be a blasted nuisance," said Donnell impatiently.
He took Weald's shoulder in a huge hand and pushed him away. Then Jill Trelawney came into the room.
"I've seen all I want to see," she said. "Donnell, will you go down and rouse up the boys?"
"I was just going to, Miss Trelawney," said Donnell heavily.