Two
strangers, who had been drinking at a corner table, bore down
upon Link right lovingly; and recalled themselves to his memory
as companions of his on a quite forgotten debauch of a year or
two back.
Link did not at all remember either of the two. But then he often
failed to recall people he had met on a spree, and he did not
like to hurt these cordial revelers' feelings by disclaiming
knowledge of them. Especially when they told him merrily that,
for this evening at least, his money was made of wood and that he
must be their guest.
Never before had he met with such wholesouled hospitality. One
drink followed another with gratifying speed. Once or twice
Ferris made halfhearted proffers to do some of the buying. But
such hints seemed to hurt his hosts' feelings so cruelly that he
forbore at last, and suffered himself to drink entirely at their
expense.
They were much the nicest men Link had ever met. They flattered
him. They laughed uproariously at his every witticism. They had a
genius for noting when his glass was empty.
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