CHAPTER XXIV. — SAM'S EXCUSES.
Sam was not used to liquor, and was more easily affected than most. When he got out into the street his head spun round, and he staggered. His companion observed it.
"Why, you don't mean ter say yer tight, Sam?" he said, pausing and looking at him.
"I don't know what it is," said Sam, "but I feel queer."
"Kinder light in the head, and shaky in the legs?"
"Yes, that's the way I feel."
"Then you're drunk."
"Drunk!" ejaculated Sam, rather frightened, for he was still unsophisticated compared with his companion.
"Just so. I say, you must be a chicken to get tight on one whiskey-punch," added Jim, rather contemptuously.