"Hit sure is.

But say, dolly, if you was ever t' shoot me with that there, an' I found hit out, I'd sure be powerful mad.

You hear me, now, an' don't you pack that gun no more; not in these mountains.

Hit ain't safe." The fellow in the wagon roared with delight at these witticisms, and looked from Young Matt to Sammy to see if they also appreciated the joke.
"Got any more pretties!" asked Gibbs of his victim.

"No?
Let's see." Catching the young man by the waist, he lifted him bodily, and, holding him head downward, shook him roughly.