“Yes; I was sure you would like it; now it is my turn.”
It would be wearisome to detail the progress of the game. Remington, who was really a skillful player, “played off,” and helped his adversary to such an extent that he made a respectable score. Joshua was elated, and found the billiard-room a much more attractive place to spend the evening than his room at the boarding house.
“Come,” said Remington, at the close of the game, “you must be thirsty. Let us have something to drink.”
Joshua understood that his companion proposed to bear the expense, and therefore made no objection.
“What will you have, Drummond?”
“What are you going to take?”
“A sherry cobbler.”
“I’ll take one, too.”
“Two sherry cobblers, and mind you make them strong enough.”
Joshua imbibed the drink through a straw, in imitation of his companion. Not being used to liquor of any kind, it exhilarated him, and made him feel happy and sanguine. He had never liked Chicago so well before.