I gloated.
I made a bee line for him.
I plagued him with questions until he was the maddest man in the United States.
Then I went away feeling better.
Yes, friends, if you ever get stranded in a temperance town, do as I did, stir up a little hot Scotch.
It'll do you good.
I went to a dinner in that same town.
One fellow proposed a toast: