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"
I
was
not
inquiring
the
price
,
"
replied
the
mustanger
,
"
I
asked
to
be
served
with
a
glass
of
whisky
and
water
.
Have
you
got
any
?
"
"
Yesh
--
yesh
,
"
responded
the
German
,
rendered
obsequious
by
the
sharp
rejoinder
.
"
Plenty
--
plenty
of
visky
und
vachter
.
Here
it
ish
.
"
While
his
simple
potation
was
being
served
out
to
him
,
Maurice
received
nods
of
recognition
from
the
officers
,
returning
them
with
a
free
,
but
modest
air
.
Most
of
them
knew
him
personally
,
on
account
of
his
business
relations
with
the
Fort
.
They
were
on
the
eve
of
interrogating
him
--
as
the
major
had
suggested
--
when
the
entrance
of
still
another
individual
caused
them
to
suspend
their
design
.
The
new-comer
was
Cassius
Calhoun
.
In
his
presence
it
would
scarce
have
been
delicacy
to
investigate
the
subject
any
further
.
Advancing
with
his
customary
swagger
towards
the
mixed
group
of
military
men
and
civilians
,
Calhoun
saluted
them
as
one
who
had
spent
the
day
in
their
company
,
and
had
been
absent
only
for
a
short
interval
.
If
not
absolutely
intoxicated
,
it
could
be
seen
that
the
ex-officer
of
volunteers
was
under
the
influence
of
drink
.
The
unsteady
sparkle
of
his
eyes
,
the
unnatural
pallor
upon
his
forehead
--
still
further
clouded
by
two
or
three
tossed
tresses
that
fell
over
it
--
with
the
somewhat
grotesque
set
of
his
forage
cap
--
told
that
he
had
been
taking
one
beyond
the
limits
of
wisdom
.
"
Come
,
gentlemen
!
"
cried
he
,
addressing
himself
to
the
major
's
party
,
at
the
same
time
stepping
up
to
the
counter
;
"
let
's
hit
the
waggon
a
crack
,
or
old
Dunder-und-blitzen
behind
the
bar
will
say
we
're
wasting
his
lights
.
Drinks
all
round
.
What
say
you
?
"
"
Agreed
--
agreed
!
"
replied
several
voices
.
"
You
,
major
?
"
"
With
pleasure
,
Captain
Calhoun
.
"
