He stepped over to the open window, which looked out on an airshaft. Wondering what he wanted, Rex followed him.
The others were busy with the punch.
“You don’t want that, I know,” whispered Atkins. “I don’t want any more either. Look here.”
As he spoke, he dexterously emptied his glass out of the window. Rex was quick to follow his example.
“Those fellows don’t know when they’ve had enough,” he said, “and somebody ought to keep a level head on his shoulders to look out for them.”
Rex’s heart sank within him. And it was for this that he had spent the money he had been saving for his mother’s birthday gift! for this he had deceived this mother! for this told those falsehoods to Roy!
“Are you fellows ready for another round?” called out Stout, looking over at them. “Slip up to the captain’s office and get a settler.”
His voice already began to sound thick.
“We must go and pretend to join them,” Atkins whispered.
So glasses were filled for the third time, and on this occasion Atkins retired with Rex to the other side of the room, and watching his opportunity, poured his punch into the water pitcher. Rex, in trying to do likewise, let slip the glass, and it fell with a crash into the basin.