"The way he lives and talks--'No, thank you, I don't care for anny
thing,' says he, when you're standin' at the door of a friendly saloon,
which is established by law to bespeak peace and goodwill towards men,
and you ask him pleasant to step inside. He don't seem to have a single
vice. Haven't we tried him? There was Belle Bingley, all frizzy hair
and a kicker; we put her on to him. But he give her ten dollars to buy
a hat on condition she behaved like a lady in the future--smilin' at her,
the divil! And Belle, with temper like dinnemite, took it kneelin' as it
were, and smiled back at him--her! Drink, women--nothin' seems to have a
hold on him. What's his vice? Sure, then, that's what I say, what's his
vice? He's got to have one; anny man as is a man has to have one vice."

"Bosh! Look at me," rejoined Sibley. "Drink women--nit! Not for me!
I've got no vice. I don't even smoke."

"No vice? Begobs, yours has got you like a tire on a wheel! Vice--what
do you call gamblin'? It's the biggest vice ever tuk grip of a man.
It's like a fever, and it's got you, John, like the nail on your finger."

"Well, p'r'aps, he's got that vice too. P'r'aps J. G. Kerry's got that
vice same as me."

"Annyhow, we'll get to know all we want when he goes into the witness
box at the Logan murder trial next week. That's what I'm waitin' for,
"Deely returned, with a grin of anticipation. "That drug-eating Gus
Burlingame's got a grudge against him somehow, and when a lawyer's got
a grudge against you it's just as well to look where y' are goin'.
Burlingame don't care what he does to get his way in court. What set him
against Kerry I ain't sure, but, bedad, I think it's looks. Burlingame