The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 29 Page 2

“‘Tis women’s drink,” he shook his head in condemnation. “It likes me not. It bites me not. And devil a bit of a taste is there to it. — Ah Ha, my boy,” he called to the Chinese, “mix me a highball in a long, long glass — a stiff one.”

He held up four fingers horizontally to indicate the measure of liquor he would have in the glass, and, to Ah Ha’s query as to what kind of whiskey, answered, “Scotch or Irish, bourbon or rye — whichever comes nearest to hand.”

Graham shook his head to the Chinese, and laughed to the Irishman. “You’ll never drink me down, Terrence. I’ve not forgotten what you did to O’Hay.”

“‘Twas an accident I would have you think,”