Handling the bottle with his face on a level with the glasses, he seemed to be measuring each drink so that all would be exactly the same.
Major picked up his glass and stood, while the other three followed him to their feet.
"To David Traver!" he said, in an even voice.
"To David Traver," came the chorus, "the best of luck and health!" The men drank this final toast more slowly. Their glasses swung down one by one. As they resumed their seats, they looked about with satisfaction.
"Well, we've remembered Judge," declared Butcher.
"Judge has remembered us," said Deacon quietly.
The conversation took a new turn now that the strange formality had reached its end.
"New York in the morning. The end of the trail," announced Butcher, with a broad smile.
"All on deck at seven. We want to take a look at the Statue of Liberty!"
"Let the old gal take a look at us!" cackled Ferret.