Yo' bringum shirt.

Yol giveum me." He patted the bare dirt beside the blankets, signifying that he wanted the jam and shirts there, within reach of his hand.

He even twisted his cruel old lips into a smile.

"Me tellum.

Me shakeum hand." He held out his left hand and Casey clasped it soberly, though he wanted to jump up and crack his heels together,--as he confided afterwards.