“Whazamatter?” he asked thickly.
“When yuh sober up, you’ll find out,” growled Honey. “You shore raised ⸺ and put a chunk under it tonight, pardner.”
“Huh?”
Joe lifted himself on one elbow and stared at the lamp. He blinked owlishly and looked at Honey. Joe’s eyes were bloodshot and he breathed jerkily.
“Whatcha mean?” he asked.
“Do you know what night this is?” asked Honey.
Joe squinted one eye thoughtfully.
“What night? What—” he sank back on the pillow and shut his eyes.
“Pretty sick,” observed Len. “Better let him sleep it off.”
“Oh, I suppose,” said Honey.