"They might suspect something if both of us offered tens. Here's a place close by. Come in here."
Jim led the way into a drinking-saloon, and Sam followed.
"It's my treat," said Jim. "What'll you have?"
"What are you goin' to take?"
"A whiskey-punch."
"I'll take one too."
"Two whiskey-punches, and mind you make 'em stiff," said Jim.
He tossed down his glass, but Sam drank more slowly.
Jim paid for the drinks, and they went out into the street.