"There, Casey, you be the Sovereign Alchemist, and transmute that metal into Melwood pretty quick, for I've not wet me whistle in three days, and the belly of me is filled with burnin' autumn leaves.
Gimme a loving cup, and come on boys, this is on me while it lasts." The barkeeper swept the coin into the till, picked up the bucket, and started back toward a beer keg.
"Oh, no you don't!" cried Jimmy.

"Come back here and count that 'leaden metal,' and then be transmutin' it into whiskey straight, the purest gold you got.

You don't drown out a three-days' thirst with beer.

You ought to give me 'most two quarts for that." The barkeeper was wise.

He knew that what Jimmy started would go on with men who could pay, and he filled the order generously.
Jimmy picked up the pail.