ever get drunk⁠—then you won’t ever get here. Stand a litter furder west⁠—so⁠—that’s it; it’s a prime comfort to see faces that’s friendly when a body’s in such a muck of trouble, and there don’t none come here but yourn. Good friendly faces⁠—good friendly faces. Git up on one another’s backs and let me touch ’em. That’s it. Shake hands⁠—yourn’ll come through the bars, but mine’s too big. Little hands, and weak⁠—but they’ve helped Muff Potter a power, and they’d help him more if they could.”