“Why,” sez he, “if you took a little too much sling for that cold of yourn, I hain’t one to throw it in your face.”
Sez he, “That Stewardess wuz always a-recomendin’ it.”
“Sling!” sez I coldly; “I hain’t took a drop of anything stronger than tea, and,” sez I, “knowin’ my principles as you do, I should think you’d be ashamed of yourself to misuse a pardner in this shameful way!”
“Wall,” sez he, “you can’t walk straight to save your life! and,” sez he, “you grew so indignant on the tug at that man, that one would almost mistrust you.”
I see that there wuz some reason in his talk, for too much indignation looks like guilt, lots of times.
Sez I, “You talk about my reelin’ round; what are you doin’?” sez I, as his knees crooked and he crumpled down like one intoxicated.
Wall, he gin up that it wuz the effects of the ship, and erelong we were in a good, clean tarvern and had breakfast.
After breakfast we wuz indeed glad to lay down and rest for a little while, and then, as the rest of the party had all sallied out, my Josiah and me took a walk all to ourselves, or that is what we had lotted on.
But of all the droves of beggars that follered us, I never see the beat—nasty and shiftless and talkin’ and teasin’ the very life out on us.
I gin ’em a few cents in order to git rid on ’em.