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One of the others brought it, and it was held to the old man's lips. He let it over his throat almost at a single gulp. "More, more!" More was brought, and again he drank. Three times Jake emptied that brimming cup of raw spirits. I shivered with abhorrence at the sight. "More?" queried the big man. "Yep! More," craved Jake. "Nothin' doin'! You've had enough, you old booze-fighter. "Say!
So it happened that "Shorty" was gradually winning the title of a thirty-third degree "booze-fighter," and passengers on any afternoon train who took the trouble to glance in at a wide-open door just Atlanticward of the station might have beheld him with his back to the track and one foot slightly raised and resting lightly and with the nonchalance of long practice on a gas-pipe that had missed its legitimate mission.
Probably the longest sign in California is that one which reads "Drive your fool heads off." "Booze-fighters" are Western. Oh, they're Eastern too, but under a different name. It's a misleading term, that. As though one were fighting against booze like an anti-salooner. I actually know of a woman who came West and thought for or a long time that a "booze-fighter" was a "Dry."
When Ford shook his head, Mose stifled a sigh and went back to his dishwashing, not more than half convinced and inclined toward resentfulness. That a "booze-fighter" like Ford Campbell should come only a day's ride from town and not be fairly well supplied with whisky was too remarkable to be altogether plausible.
I'd have been back in half an hour longer." "And he poured the whisky back into the decanter. Oh, Jimsy " "Well, I suppose it was a fool stunt, but I knew I could put it over. I did a booze-fighter in the Junior play, and I guess it comes pretty easy!" He turned away from her, his face to the wall. "I'd like to be alone, now, Skipper. You'd better look after Cart'. Watch him on the water.
Kate handed the stranger the long-handled tin dipper and watched him gravely while he drank the water in gulps, draining it to the last drop. "Guess you're a booze-fighter, Mister," she observed, casually, much as she might have commented that his unkempt beard was brown.
I don't think she was clever enough to do the job and get away as slick as the real one did. She was a booze-fighter in those days. They always mess things up. A mighty smooth party did that job. Some one with a good deal more at stake than that poor, reckless girl who didn't care much what became of her. But the trouble is here: they've got her half crazy with fear.
"An' it's a dirty shame for a big devil like him to smash the little un." "You're new on this ship; you don't know 'em. The Mouse is a regular mother to that booze-fighter, an' small thanks he gets. But wait, an' you'll see somethin' in a minute." Dan's temper, however, was not yet at fighting heat. He glared a moment longer at Larry, then turned sullenly to his boiler.
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