They laughed until they were so weak they could only pound the table to indicate how funny it was.

And at the close, just as they were making a movement to rise, Casey proposed that he bring in the coon, and let all of them get a good look at their night's work.

The Thread Man applauded, and Casey brought in the bag and shook it bottom up over the floor.

Therefrom there issued a poor, frightened, maltreated little pet coon of Mrs.Casey's, and it dexterously ran up Casey's trouser leg and hid its nose in his collar, its chain dragging behind.

And that was so funny the boys doubled over the table, and laughed and screamed until a sudden movement brought them to their senses.
The Thread Man was on his feet, and his eyes were no laughing matter.
He gripped his chair back, and leaned toward Jimmy.