“Good enough.”
“Let's see, wasn't he in with Stenzenberger once?”
“Couldn't say.”
“Oh, you couldn't?”
“No. Say, I 'll have to step down and see how things are going. Here, I 'll just have another nip out o' that bottle.”
“Nonsense, Cap'n; sit down, sit down. I guess McGlory's competent to get the load aboard all right. I ain't hardly begun to get acquainted with you yet. We 'll have dinner pretty soon now, and when you've put a little something solid inside you, we 'll go down and have a look at things. Don't get bashful about the bottle. There's plenty more where that come from.”
“I don't know but what I've had all that's good for me.”
“Pshaw! A man of your inches? Here now, here's to you!”
They drank together, and a little later they drank again.
When Mrs. Spencer, a tired, faded out little body, came to the door and said, “Dinner is ready, Ed,” Dick's spirits were soaring amazingly, and his voice had risen to a pitch slightly above the normal. Spencer nodded toward his guest and remarked, “This is Cap'n Smiley, Josie.”