But
he feels that, in a collective sense, the "boys" need it.
So it was with us. The Colonel said he'd bring along "a
bottle of booze." Popley said, no, let _him_ bring it;
Kernin said let him; and Charlie Jones said no, he'd
bring it. It turned out that the Colonel had some very
good Scotch at his house that he'd like to bring; oddly
enough Popley had some good Scotch in _his_ house too;
and, queer though it is, each of the boys had Scotch in
his house. When the discussion closed we knew that each
of the five of us was intending to bring a bottle of
whisky. Each of the five of us expected the other to
drink one and a quarter bottles in the course of the
morning.
I suppose we must have talked on that veranda till long
after one in the morning. It was probably nearer two than
one when we broke up. But we agreed that that made no
difference. Popley said that for him three hours' sleep,
the right kind of sleep, was far more refreshing than
ten. Kernin said that a lawyer learns to snatch his sleep
when he can, and Jones said that in railroad work a man
pretty well cuts out sleep.
So we had no alarms whatever about not being ready by
five. Our plan was simplicity itself.
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