Crumpling them in his hand he walked to the bar and tossed them to the barkeeper.
Behind him, in a darkened room, a barkeeper was wiping the bar with a clean cloth.
He nodded to the barkeeper, who supplied him with a dirty looking bottle and a wet glass.
He heard his companion say a word to the barkeeper, and then go out.
The barkeeper permits them to sit about the stove and by shivering invite the sympathy of transient customers.
Mink was not in sight, but the barkeeper stood rigidly on duty.
A committee waited upon the barkeeper, reimbursed him for his losses and warned him to never more sell liquor in that settlement.
"You have had enough for one night, it seems to me," remarked the barkeeper.
"You can search me," was the barkeeper's subtle way of disavowing all knowledge of Mr. Bud's future intentions.
The barkeeper was nonplussed, and asked what a tin-roof cocktail was.