"Sorry I promised Maw to let whisky alone."
"If it comes to that," said Pete, "what's the matter with callin' it medicine?"
"Gee! So it is." He took out the cork and tipped up the demijohn, balancing it skilfully upon his right forearm.
"Pass it over," said Pete.
"After you," added Dan.
"Go easy," said Pete shortly. "You two fellers mean to expire in the arms o' ministerin' angels. Leave the demijohn with me."
"What! You'd hog all the medicine? Why, Pete Holloway, I thought you was white!"
"Put that demijohn down."
Dan glanced at Jimmie, who was drawing on his best pants.
"Say, Jimmie, we'll hev to take the medicine along. There's a plenty for Pete in the cellar."