All except Sam, mebby.

Sam had spells when he was real sensible, and other spells when he was as bad as the believingest of them all.
It was a fine day, and really joyous to be a-walking.

It would of been a good deal joyouser if we had had some breakfast, but we figgered we would stop somewheres at noon and lay in a good, square, country meal.
That wasn't such a very thick settled country.

But everybody seemed to know about the manhunt that was going on, here, there, and everywhere.
People would come down to the road side as we passed, and gaze after us.
Or mebby ast us if we knowed whether he had been ketched yet.

Women and kids mostly, or old men, but now and then a younger man too.