McGinnis continued to argue earnestly—and to order drinks.
A shrewd observer might have noticed that, while McGinnis swallowed all his liquor, the girl each time managed to dump hers out beneath the table.
The liquor began to mount to McGinnis' head, seasoned though it was.
He was becoming intoxicated.
He had been quite taken by the dashing manner of the girl and was now rapidly becoming maudlin and correspondingly affectionate.
He wanted to hug Daisy.
He put his arm around her, but she shook it off with a:
"Here, let's have another drink."
At last, when more than half intoxicated, he became very confidential, and to impress Daisy with the desirability of her taking him as her pal, began recounting his exploits in the past.
Her eyes began to snap and sparkle, and she listened to him with ill-concealed eagerness, while I, disguised, stood at a little distance, looking on.