"Your lips get pale and give you away when you try to screw your courage up.

Of course, you've got a sweet, little, rosebud mouth; but you need a big, ox-horn mustache in this vocation." "Don't show it, Steve," advised the Stockman.

"I judge his Honor's got one of them same things his black self.

You might both fill--and you don't want to let him see how high yours is." "If I only don't fill the wrong way," said Steve.

"Want to split the pot or save stakes with me, Judge ?" "That would be a foolish caper.