"Thank you. I am very much obliged to you," said he to the policeman, as he pointed to the street.
"Oui," replied the officer, solemnly, though the grateful acknowledgments of the juvenile tippler were lost upon him, except so far as he could interpret them by the motions of the speaker.
"I feel meaner than Napoleon did after the battle of Waterloo," groaned Lynch.
"Stiffen up, now. Here's the hotel," added Grossbeck.
"Well, what shall we do? I can't walk straight, and my head spins round like a top," pleaded Lynch.
"Dry up. Starch your back-bone. Here comes a lot of the fellows."
"Who are they?" asked Lynch, trying to stiffen his back, and get the bearings of his head.
The party approaching proved to be half a dozen of "our fellows," who stopped, and immediately discovered the condition of the two hopefuls.
"I say, McKeon, can't you help us out?" said Grossbeck.
"Ay, ay; certainly we can," replied "our fellows," in concert, as they gathered closely around the inebriates, and, thus encircling them, marched into the hotel.