This prisoner is about as tall as that girl yonder, and she's a whole lot lighter, do you understand?
Of a dark night--say about the time we'd get down to Cairo, midnight--well wrapped up, and the face of neither showing, it might be hard to tell one of them from the other." "How'll you trade ?" grinned Wilson.

"Anybody kin git a mighty good trade for this yaller lady of ours here.

If she was mine I'd trade her for a sack of last year potatoes.

I reckon Jedge Clayton'll be sick enough of her, time he gets expenses of this last trip paid, gittin' her back." "I'm not trading," said Dunwody, frowning and flushing.

"But now I'll tell you what I want you to do, when we get into Cairo.