I guess you'll find he's a little too toney fer these parts, an' in pertic'ler fer Dave Harum.

Dave'll make him feel 'bout as comf'table as a rooster in a pond.

Lord," he exclaimed, slapping his leg with a guffaw, "'d you notice Ame's face when he said he didn't want much fer supper, only beefsteak, an' eggs, an' tea, an' coffee, an' a few little things like that?
I thought I'd split." "Yes," said Dick, laughing, "I guess the' ain't nothin' the matter with Ame's heart, or he'd 'a' fell down dead .-- Hullo, Ame!" he said when the gentleman in question came back after ministering to his guest, "got the Prince o' Wales fixed up all right?
Did ye cut that pickled el'phant that come last week ?" "Huh!" grunted Amos, whose sensibilities had been wounded by the events of the evening, "I didn't cut no el'phant ner no cow, ner rob no hen roost neither, but I guess he won't starve 'fore mornin'," and with that he proceeded to fill up the stove and shut the dampers.
"That means 'git,' I reckon," remarked Bill as he watched the operation.
"Wa'al," said Mr.Elright, "if you fellers think you've spent enough time droolin' 'round here swapping lies, I think _I'll_ go to bed," which inhospitable and injurious remark was by no means taken in bad part, for Dick said, with a laugh: "Well, Ame, if you'll let me run my face for 'em, Bill 'n I'll take a little somethin' for the good o' the house before we shed the partin' tear." This proposition was not declined by Mr.Elright, but he felt bound on business principles not to yield with too great a show of readiness.
"Wa'al, I don't mind for this once," he said, going behind the bar and setting out a bottle and glasses, "but I've gen'ally noticed that it's a damn sight easier to git somethin' _into_ you fellers 'n 't is to git anythin' _out_ of ye.".