goldurned

Your substitute, Pudzy, gimme a bottle ’fore he returned to Ameriky, and it’s durn cold up there in Musk-Cow, and so I took a few nips, and I felt so goldurned glad to git back I polished off what was left, so I didn’t recognize Your Majesty when you came zoomin’ along, and if you’ll sort of overlook—” Nick patted the frightened old  fellow’s scrawny shoulder.