Yo' ketchum jam, ketchum shirt--how many jam yo' ketchum ?" Casey meditated awhile.

He had not planned an exclusive jam diet for Injun Jim, therefore his supply was getting low.

But at the tenderfoot camp was much more, enough to last Injun Jim to the border of the happy hunting grounds,--if he did not loiter too long upon the way.

There was no telling how long Injun Jim would be able to eat jam, but Casey was a good gambler.
"If I go get a lot more, and get silk shirts--six," he counted with his fingers, "you tell me where your gold mine is." "Yo' bringum heap jam, bringum shirt.

Me tellum." His one eye was bright.
"Yo' bringum jam.