"I come 'ere to drink two o' gin cold," returned Mr. Kybird, with a dignity befitting the occupation.
"Well, suppose you drink it somewhere else," suggested the captain.
Mr. Kybird had another supposition to offer. "Suppose I don't?" he remarked. "I'm a respect-able British tradesman, and my money is as good as yours. I've as much right to be here as you 'ave. I've never done anything I'm ashamed of!"
"And you never will," said Captain Cooper's friend, grimly, "not if you live to be a hundred."
Mr. Kybird looked surprised at the tribute. "Thankee," he said, gratefully.
"Well, we don't want you here," said Captain Nugent. "We prefer your room to your company."
Mr. Kybird leaned back in his chair and twisted his blunt features into an expression of withering contempt. Then he took up a glass and drank, and discovered too late that in the excitement of the moment he had made free with the speaker's whisky.
"Don't apologize," interrupted the captain; "it's soon remedied."
He took the glass up gingerly and flung it with a crash into the fireplace. Then he rang the bell.
"I've smashed a dirty glass," he said, as the bar-man entered. "How much?"