The rest were busy removing the dust from their throats, and gradually drifted into groups of two or three.

One of these groups strolled over to the solitary card table, and found Jimmy Price resting in a cheap chair, his legs on the table.
"I wisht yu'd extricate yore delicate feet from off'n this hyar table, James," humbly requested Lanky Smith, morally backed up by those with him.
"Ya-as, they shore is delicate, Mr.Smith," responded Jimmy without moving.
"We wants to play draw, Jimmy," explained Pete.
"Yore shore welcome to play if yu wants to.

Didn't I tell yu when yu growed that mustache that yu didn't have to ask me any more ?" queried the placid James, paternally.
"Call 'em off, sonny.

Pete sez he kin clean me out.

Anyhow, yu kin have the fust deal," compromised Lanky.
"I'm shore sorry fer Pete if he cayn't.