"No, youse don't have to drink nothin' youse don't like. Bring in some champagne, Barney. I'm doin' a scientific stunt. I want to see what champagne does to a roughneck." "How much?" asked Mulligan. "Oh, about a barrel." He drew from his trousers pocket a mixture of crumpled bills, loose silver, and keys. From this he untangled a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Mulligan. "Fetch back what youse don't want. An' don't move like your feet was roots, neither." Two minutes later Mulligan returned with four quart bottles. Immediately behind him came a girl in the dress of the Salvation Army. "Won't you help us in our work?" she said, holding her tin box out to Foley. "Take what youse want." He pointed with his cigar to the change Mulligan had just laid upon the table. With hesitation she picked up a quarter. "This much?" she asked, smiling doubtfully. "No wonder youse're poor!" He swept all the change into his palm. "Here!" and he thrust it into her astonished hands. After she had stammered out her thanks and departed, Foley began to fill the glasses from a bottle Mulligan had opened. Jake, moistening his lips, put out his hand in mock refusal. "Only a drop for me, Buck." Foley filled Jake's glass to the brim. "Well, there's several. Pick your choice." He filled the other glasses, then lifted his own with a "Here's how!" They all raised the fragile goblets clumsily and emptied them at a gulp. "Now put about twenty dollars' worth o' grin on your faces," Foley requested. "But what about Keating?" asked Connelly anxiously, harking back to the first subject. "He's startin' a mighty hot fight. An' really, Buck, he's a strong man." "Yes, I reckon he is." Foley put one hand to his mouth and yawned mightily behind it. "But he's sorter like a big friend o' mine who went out to cut ice in July. His judgment ain't good." "Of course, he ain't got no chance." "The same my friend had o' fillin' his ice-house." "But it strikes me we ought to be gettin' busy," Connelly persisted. "See here, Connelly. Just because I ain't got a couple o' niggers humpin' to keep the sweat wiped off me, youse needn't think I'm loafin'," Foley returned calmly. The others, who had shared Connelly's anxiety, were plainly affected by Foley's large manner. "Youse can just bet Buck'll be there with the goods when the time comes," Jake declared confidently. "That's no lie," agreed the others. "Oh, I ain't doubtin' Buck. Never a once!" said Connelly. "But what's your plans, Buck?" Foley gazed mysteriously over their heads, and slowly blew out a cloud of smoke. "Youse just keep your two eyes lookin' my way." Foley knew the value of coming late. He also knew the value of leaving as soon as your point is made. His quick eyes now saw that he had restored the company's confidence; they knew he was prepared for every event.