"Cool down, yuh Ba-ba-black-sheep!" The herder forgot everything after that--everything but the desire to tear limb from limb one Charming Billy Boyle, who sat and raked his spurs up and down the marred front of the bar and grinned maliciously down at him.

"Go-awn off, before I take yuh all to pieces," he urged wearily, already regretting the unjustifiable waste of good beer.
"Quit your buzzing; I wanta listen over there." "Come on 'n' have a drink!" vociferated the hospitable one.

"Yuh got to be sociable, or yuh can't stop in _this_ man's town." So insistent was he that he laid violent hold of Mr.Dill and tried to pull him bodily to the bar.
"Gentlemen, this passes a joke!" protested Mr.Dill, looking around him in his blankly melancholy way.

"I do not drink liquor.

I must insist upon your stopping this horseplay immediately!" "Oh, it ain't no _play_," asserted the insistent one darkly.