"Never too late to getter grip.
Will you all go, boysh ?" There were not three men in the saloon who knew of a tree that had contained a coon that winter, but Jimmy was Jimmy, and to be trusted for an expedition of that sort; and all of them agreed to be at the saloon ready for the hunt at nine o'clock the next night.

The Thread Man felt that he was going to see Life.

He immediately invited the boys to the bar to drink to the success of the hunt.
"You shoot own coon yourself," offered the magnanimous Jimmy.

"You may carrysh my gunsh, take first shot.

First shot to Missher O'Khayam, boysh, 'member that.