You see, Breslin?
Don't let Foy out of your sight if he should be taken." "But he'll never let himself be taken alive," said Vorhis.

"Even if anyone wants to take him--alive.

Pass the word to your friends, Breslin, unless you want them to take part in a deliberate, foreplanned murder." "Damn you, what do you mean ?" shouted the sheriff.
"By God, sir, I mean just what I say!" "Why, girls!" said Pringle.

"You shock me! This is most unladylike.
This is scandalous talk.

Be nice! Please--pretty please! See, here comes some more pussy-foot posse--three, six, eleven hungry men.