"Hello, old man!" says he, "come and have a drink."
I wasn't feeling very thirsty, but I went.
It seemed to me that I had about ten thousand Manhattans, and then we had nine thousand and forty-eight whiskey sours to counterbalance them and try to sober up.
Something made Charlie rampageous, and he began to scrap with the barkeeper and almost killed him.
I finally got Charlie, seeing four moons and ten gangplanks, on board his vessel which was just about to leave.
The next day I met his brother Jim.
"Hello, Walter, I hear you saw Charlie off last night," says he.
"Yes," says I, "he was very much off."
"Was he in good spirits when you left him?" says he.