CHAPTER XVI
"Drunk!" cried the Colonel, shocked inexpressibly. "And the race this afternoon!"
"Marse Frank said you was to come, suh, an' help sobuh him."
Madge approached the Colonel anxiously. "Yes; sober him, if you have to turn him inside out!"
"'Fraid he's done on bofe sides, missy; drunk cl'ar t'rough," said Neb.
The Colonel grasped his hat. "We'll try, we'll try," he said. "Oh, whisky, whisky! What a pity anyone can get too much of so good a thing!"
"I neber could, suh," Neb replied, "but dat 'ar jockey—"
They hurried out together.