"Cured you, too," jeered Griffith.
"That's all right. The point now is, do I get something? If I do, I agree to stay here. If I don't, I'm going out."
"Try another glass of this while you're waiting," suggested Lord James, and he poured out a second glassful of the bitter decoction.
"No," answered Blake.
"You tossed down the other too fast. Sip it. You'll find that it will ease the dryness while you are waiting," insisted Lord James. "Try it, to oblige me."
"Ugh!" growled Blake. He hesitated, then reluctantly took the glass and began to sip the quassia. After the last swallow, he turned sullenly to Griffith. "Well, what you waiting for? Get a move on you."
"It does help, doesn't it?" interposed Lord James.
Blake muttered something behind his lips that the others chose to take for assent.
"Yes, it's the real thing," said Griffith. "Try another, Tommy, same way."
"Another? Bah! You can't fool me. I'm on to your game."