W. C. Tuttle,
Reputation
(1923)
“ We went into the cantina. I think we were all in need of artificial courage. Felipe lighted the candles which guttered in the draught and cast grotesque shadows on the wall; shadows which danced drunkenly at our every move.Felipe swore softly at his drawing. "Even the beer is wild tonight. I can not keep it in the mugs.""That was ever my greatest trouble," laughed Mendez. "They are forever becoming empty. Hurry, Felipe, or I shall drink from the spigot." ”
