i walked out to the well with the last of the scotch swishin in the bottle , thinkin , 'he put the old booze to him and that was all right , that was no more'n what i expected , but then he kinda mistook my neck for a pump-handle , and that wa'ant all right , so i took my reflector-box and went up to russian meadow by m'self , cursin the impulse that made me stop n buy him that bottle of johnnie walker in the first place .