"I'm a s'h'ailor bold, a s'h'ailor bold,
Ho! Ho! Ho!
I'm a s'h'ailor bold, a s'h'ailor bold,
Ho! Ho! Ho!"
"Stop your infernal din!" said Lloyd Dulany, "or we will take you up stairs, and put you to bed."
Cole struggled to his feet, and stood swaying, uncertainly, for a moment.
"I'm ins'h'ulted!" he said, "ins'h'ulted!"
Jennings pushed him back in a chair.
"You're drunk, again, Cole," he said. "Just go to sleep and forget it."