"It's something awful just to think of.
Haven't they any gallantry ?" "No," answered Patsy.

"But I wouldn't dance with a lot of half drunken men wearing revolvers, if they burned me at the stake for refusing." "Ah! shtick to dat fine expressionment," cried Dan'l, eagerly.

"Shtick to id! Say you won't dance if dey wear de refolfers--unt den we win de schweepstakes!" Patsy looked at him critically, in the instant catching a part of his idea.
"What do you mean ?" she asked.
Dan'l explained, while they all listened carefully, absorbed in following in thought his unique suggestions.
"Let's do it!" exclaimed Beth.

"I'm sure the plan will succeed." "It's leaving a good deal to chance," objected Uncle John, with a touch of nervousness.
"There is an element of chance in everything," declared Patsy.

"But I'm sure we shall escape, Uncle.