"Help yourself, Captin; don't be afeard—there's enough more where these cum from," sez I, a swollering the last mouthful.
"Wal, I think I've done purty well," sez he, a stretching hisself up and putting his hands in his pockets, "I raly begin to feel like myself agin; that's excellent drink of yourn, aint it, Mr. Slick?"
"Coolin," sez I, "and ruther toothsome; shall I mix another pitcher, captin?"
"No, not now," sez he, "but I wish you'd write me out a receipt."
"I'll do it," sez I, "and glad of the chance, for darn me if I haint took a sort of a notion to you; my opinion is that you're a rale ginuine feller, if them consarned politicians would only let you be; all you want is a downright honest chap that'll tell you the truth right out, and that you can trust, he'd be worth a hull bilin of Whigs, or Loco-focos either."
"But where is he to be found?" sez the President, sort of melancholy.
"Look a here!" sez I, a flingin one arm over the chair and a leaning t'other elbow on the table; "look a here!"
The President he sot with both hands in his pockets a looking right in my face for ever so long, and sez he at last, sez he—
"Mr. Slick, will you go back with me to the hotel, and sleep with me to-night? I want to have some talk with you: of course you'll go with us to the Park Theatre?"