"Good old Dink!"
"Hard old head."
"What is it, old boy?—get in the game."
"A toby of musty, Louis," he said, quietly sitting down.
McNab glanced at him, aware of something new in the sharp, businesslike movements, and the old determined lines of the lips.
"My round," said Buck Waters presently.
"Another toby for me," said Stover.
A little later Kelly rang on the table:
"Bring 'em in all over again."
"Not for me," said Stover. "I guess two'll be my limit from now on."