Perhaps more.

But that depends." The blunt-fingered hand of Nash stole across the table.
"If it's a go, shake, Mr.Drew." A mighty hand fell in his, and under the pressure he set his teeth.
Afterward he covertly moved his fingers and sighed with relief to see that no permanent harm had been done.
"Me speakin' personal, Mr.Drew, I'd of give a lot to seen you when you was ridin' the range.

This Bard--he'll be here before sunset to-morrow." "Don't jump to conclusions, Steve.

I've an idea that before you count your thousand you'll think that you've been underpaid.

That's straight." "This Bard is something of a man ?" "I can say that without stopping to think." "Texas ?" "No.