"You'd better drag it for bed." "I ain't sleepy, I tell you." Espalin leaped up, snarling.
"Say! You lukeing for troubles, maybe?
Bell, I theenk thees _hombre_ got a gun.

Shall we freesk him ?" As he flung the query over his shoulder his beady little eyes did not leave Pringle's.
Bell Applegate got leisurely to his feet--a tall man, well set up, with a smooth-shaved, florid face and red hair.
"If he has we'll jack him in the jug." He threw back the lapel of his coat, displaying a silver star.
"But I ain't got no gun," protested John Wesley meekly.

"You-all can see for yourself." "We will--don't worry! Don't you make one wrong move or I'll put out your light!" "Be you the sheriff ?" "Police.

Go to him, Ben!" "No gun," reported Ben after a swift search of the shrinking captive.
"I done told you so, didn't I ?" "Mighty good thing for you, old rooster.

Gun-toting is strictly barred in Las Uvas.