"I shall sell as little liquor as possible," the druggist says,
conceiving the drift of Corkey's ideas.

"Pardner, you must have been a hard drinker yourself. How did your
voice get so husky?"

"It was so always."

"It was so the first day I met you. Remember the dedication?"

"Yes; do you remember the bank?"

"Yep. Don't you know I tell you I was going to find that yawl?"

"I do."

"Well, I find it."

Does David Lockwin color? Or are those features forever crimson?

"You do look like a man as has been a red-hot sport in his day. Ever
do anything in the ring? Let me try that red liquor of yours. Let's
see if it tears. Oh, yes, about the yawl. I just go to the widow the
other day and ask her for three hundred cases on the search. Well, she
give me the three hundred and want me to take more, and I go right to
Collingwood. The duck he show me the boat, and you bet your sweet life
I hid her where she never will be seen. What's the use of tearing up
the widow's feelings again?"

"You did right!" says the husky voice, the lover all the time wishing