'Missin' me one place, search another,' as Walt Whitman says.

If a fellow gets a drink of this, he may take to the tall trees, or he may run straight on out of the country.

You never can tell.

Drink hearty." Ellsworth and Barkley, for the sake of complacency, complied with such show of pleasure as they could muster.
"Now," said Tom, "I'll cook you a real breakfast.

My _compadre_, here, can't drink and he can't cook." "Three breakfasts before ten o'clock ?" protested Constance.
But Tom was inexorable.