So saying, he drew out half-a-dozen bank-bills, rolled up tightly together.
"That's the talk," said the bar-keeper, complaisantly. "Nothing like being jolly."
"I say, you drink with me," said the sailor. "I don't want to drink alone."
"Certainly, thank you;" and the bar-keeper poured out a glass for himself.
"Isn't there anybody that would like a drink?" said the sailor.
He looked around him, and his glance fell on Rough and Ready.
"Won't that boy drink?" he asked.
"You had better ask him."
"I say, won't you have a drink?" said the sailor, turning to the newsboy.
"No, I thank you," said the newsboy.