"There," he said with great satisfaction, "you'll find that's no back-yard brew."
Shock slowly lifted the glass and smelt it. "Why, it's whisky!" he said in a surprised tone.
"Ha! ha!" burst out the old man. "You're a dandy; that's what it is at home."
He was delighted with his guest's fine touch of humour. Shock hesitated a moment or two, looking down at the whisky in the glass before him.
"How much?" he said at length.
"Oh, we'll make that fifty cents to you," said the old man carelessly.
Shock put down the money, lifted his glass slowly, carried it to the door and threw the contents outside.
"Hold on there! What the blank, blank do you mean?" The old man was over the counter with a bound.
"It was mine," said Shock quietly.
"Yours," shouted the old man, beside himself with rage; "I aint goin' to stand no such insult as that."