"Me, I don't intend for any man that will buck a gun with a lamp to throw in with Kit Foy while I stuff my paunch.

That sort is just the build to do a mile in nothing flat--and it's only three miles to the hill.

I'm goin' now, and I'm goin' hellity-larrup! Come on, anybody with more brains than belly--I'm off to light a line of soap weeds on that hill so this Mr.
Pringle-With-the-Punch don't walk himself by.

If he wants up he'll have to hoof it around the other side of the hill.

We won't make any light on the north side.