'Do you remember what it is you want to do "Englified"?'
'No—yet.'
'Do you think you'll remember soon?'
'Mebbe, if ye'll let me alone, and gie me some mair drink.
Whusky.'
'Certainly,' said Lee, rising. 'You can have this room to yourself, and I shall send you whiskey.'
'I think I'll go to bed,' said Briscoe. 'I'm very tired; and I'll have an early start to-morrow.'
'Come out and smoke a cigar with me first,' said Lee. And then in a whisper, 'I want you to help me. They may arrive any moment.'
'Of course,' replied Briscoe, in the same tone, clenching his fists. 'I forgot that.'
So Clacher was left with a decanter of whiskey; and as soon as he was alone he pulled from his breast-pocket a dirty letter, which he read and re-read, and thought over and got madder about: and he always took the other glass of whiskey, muttering to himself, 'I canna' mind, I canna' mind.'