“Only drink pure milk, don’t they?” asked Dalroy. The householder looked at him with a rather wild eye and grunted. “Yes; so they say,” and he went again to the window. “I’ve bought some of it,” said Patrick, patting his pet milk can, which he carried under his arm, as if unable to be separated from Dr. Meadows’s discovery. “Have a glass of milk, sir.” The man’s boiled eye began to bulge in anger—or some other emotion. “What do you want?” he muttered, “are you ‘tecs or what?” “Agents and Distributors of the Meadows’s Mountain Milk,” said the Captain, with simple pride, “taste it?” The dazed householder took a glass of the blameless liquid and sipped it; and the change on his face was extraordinary. “Well, I’m jiggered,” he said, with a broad and rather coarse grin. “That’s a queer
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