Sleed spilled his liquor in the pouring, but filled his glass to the brim, while Loper wondered what had happened to Steed’s iron nerve. He wondered if his boss were losing his nerve, or if it were only the effects of too much liquor and loss of sleep.
“Got any more orders for today?” asked Loper.
Sleed shook his head, splashing the liquor from his glass into his beard. Then he tossed the half-empty glass over the bar and walked out of the door.
“Guess that whisky don’t set well on his stummick today,” observed the bartender, kicking the broken glass aside.
“Somethin’ don’t,” admitted Loper seriously.
“He’s drinkin’ too much, I reckon.”
“You better mention it to him,” grinned Loper. “He’s in good shape for a temp’rance lecture right now.”
“’F he ever gets snakes——”
“It’ll be hell on the snakes,” finished Loper.