I suppose I’d had a good deal more than my share of the champagne, but all of a sudden I began to feel pretty warm.
“You’re all d——d funny,” I said, “but I daresay you’ll find he’s left me something that is worth having.”
“Oh, yes!” “Go on!” “Paddy’s a great man when he’s drunk,” and a lot more of the same sort.
“I tell you what it is,” said I, “I’ll back the pony he’s left here to trot his twelve miles an hour on the road.”
“Bosh!” says Barclay of the 112th. “I’ve seen him, and I’ll lay you a thousand rupees even he doesn’t.”
“Done!” said I, whacking my hand down on the table.
“And I’ll lay another thousand,” says another fellow.
“Done with you too,” said I.
Every one began to stare a bit then.
“Go to bed, Paddy,” says the Colonel, “you’re making an exhibition of yourself.”