"I wasn't none too set on giving it to him to carry, but I hated to hurt his feelings.

Besides, they're all done up in uniforms.

Maybe this is their job." "But suppose that feller got away out of sight, what would you do?
Your brand-new pair of Colts is lying away in it!" "He won't get out of sight none," Ronicky assured his friend grimly.
"I got another Colt with me, and, no matter how fast he runs, a forty-five slug can run a pile faster.

But come on, Bill.

The word in this town seems to be to keep right on moving." They passed under an immense, brightly lighted vault and then wriggled through the crowds in pursuit of the astonishingly agile porter.