P'rhaps ye're goin' to stand up with me.

P'rhaps ye want to skeer somebody's hosses.

If I didn't look no better nor you, I sh'd want to lay low; an', if I'd 'a slep as poor as ye did last night, I'd lop down in the fust bed o' bear's grease I could find.

_Hain't_ ye got no manners ?" This was too much for Harry, who, in his happy mood burst into the merriest laughter.
This furnished Jim with just the apology he wanted for a frolic, and rushing into the adjoining bedroom, he pulled Harry from his bed, seated him on the top of his head, and marched with him struggling and laughing about the room.

After he had performed sundry acrobatic feats with him, he carried him back to his bed.