No one seemed more courageous than Wurzel, in respect of the act with which he was engaged, and before he took the glass from his lips its contents had disappeared.
“I’m mighty glad thee spoke, Maister Sergeant, for if
thee hadn’t I should a drunk un all wirout thy leave. I never tasted sich tackle in my life; it’s enough to make a man gie up everything for sogering.”
“Domino!” said the Sergeant. “I think that’s the game!”
* * * * *
“My dear,” said my wife, “you have been talking again in your sleep.”
“Really,” said I, “I hope I have not compromised myself.”
“I do not understand you,” cried she.
“No more do I, for I am hardly awake.”
“You have been talking of Joe Wurzel again.”