We want to see him well started." "All right, Mr.McGill," I said; for that was his name, now first told in all the history of the county.
"Shut up!" he said.

"My name's Smith, you lunkhead!" Well, we let the claim-jumper put on his clothes over the tar and feathers, and loaded his things into his wagon, hitched up his team, and whipped them up to a run and let them go over the prairie.

All the time he was swearing that he would have blood for this, but he never stopped going until he was out of sight and hearing.
2 ("What a disgraceful affair!" says my granddaughter Gertrude, as she finishes reading that page.

"I'm ashamed of you, grandpa; but I'm glad he didn't shoot you.

Where would I have been ?" Well, it does seem like rather a shady transaction for me to have been mixed up in.