"Tired out ?" "Can't go furder--dark--wait till next day." "I'm sorry that yees didn't stand it bitter.

I can go some ways further meself if yees'll be kind enough to show me the trail.

But, yees don't pant or blow a bit, so I can't think ye're too much tired." "Too dark--can't see--wait till sun." "Oh, begorrah! I didn't understand ye.

The Injin 'l' git a good start on us, won't he though ?" "Ain't Injin--_white man_!" "A white man, does ye say, that run off wid Miss Cora ?" Two of the Indians replied in the affirmative.
Teddy manifested the most unbounded amazement, and for a while, could say nothing.

Then he leaped into the air, struck the sides of his shoes with his fingers, and broke forth: "It was that owld hunter, may purgatory take him! Him and that owld Mahogany, what made me drunk--blast his sowl--have been hid around in the woods, waiting for a chance to do harm, and one is so much worse than t'other yees can't tell both from which.