"Glad to see you, Micnoun," he said.

"If you are goingsh home, I'll jish ride out with you.

Good night, boysh.

Don't forgetsh the coon hunt," and Jimmy was gone.
A minute later the door opened again, and this time a man of nearly forty stepped inside.

He had a manly form, and a manly face, was above the average in looks, and spoke with a slight Scotch accent.
"Do any of ye boys happen to know what it was Jimmy had with him when he came in here ?" A roar of laughter greeted the query.