Them cusses ain't friendly.

If they was, they'd a piled in helter-skelter to hev a talk an' ask fur whiskey." "We must keep them at a distance," said Thurstane.
"You bet! The first Injun that comes nigh us.

I'll shute him.

They mustn't be 'lowed to git among us.

First you know you'd hear a yell, an' find yourself speared in the back.