I may have trouble with my prisoner, and I don't know any better man than yourself to have around in a case like that.

Do you think, if I left it all to you, you could handle it ?" "Shore I could--what's the use of your troublin' yourself about it, Colonel Dunwody?
This here's more in my line." Dunwody turned away with a sudden feeling of revulsion, almost of nausea at the thought now in his mind.

It was a few moments later that he again approached Wilson.
"There's a French girl along with this prisoner of mine," said he.
"Just take them both along together.

I reckon the French girl won't make any disturbance--it's the other--the lady--her mistress.
She's apt to--to 'fomint' trouble.

Handle her gently as you can.
You'll have to have help.