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Well, I’ll be derned! Is that you, Sid?

A piece of me. Whyn’t you come on in an’ swop lies?

I’m skeered you’ll want too much boot, jedgin’ by the size o’ them they’ve been printin’ about you.

Don’t let that worry you none.

[, ''a healthy young fellow, comes in. His face is slightly flushed with whisky, but he is not drunk''.]

[Shakes hands cordially]

You lock healthy as a hell-cat!

Yeh, I can still eat—an’ drink some too when I can git it.

Don’t let not gittin’ it bother you. That’s all talk. I reckon you’re derned glad you went over?

I am now. But they ’us once er twice while I ’us thar I’d jist as soon ha’ been back.