Drinked

Then these stalwart martyrs dashed their new hats on the pavement, they "danged their buttons" that they had ever been such fools as to admit LINCOLN to be any better than a moderate stump-orator, who had got whipped out by DOUGLAS; they drinked, took something, accepted a treat, snook hands, consented to be treated again -- and by this time the extras were out with LINCOLN once more the man, and the "Straight-outs" slinked off once more for a private drop of refreshments.