They were pleasantly high, but in an almost self-conscious way, as if they were members of a tontine blessed by the unexpected death of two or three of its members.

Cecil Winwood accepted the test. He claimed that he could dope the guards the night of the break. Talk is cheap, said Long Bill Hodge. What we want is the goods. Dope one of the guards to-night.

That awkward whelp with his money bags would have made his entrance.

All of the groupers […] are game-fishes worthy of the steel of the angler, and grow to goodly size, twenty to forty pounds. […] Those named are rather sober in their garb, which is more or less marbled or spotted with black, but some of the groupers about Key West are remarkably handsome fishes, and are much given to very gay and bizarre attire; their coats, like Joseph's, being of many colors. […] But the dude of the family is the niggerfish, which is a rag-time dandy, always in full dress for a cake walk.