I had a notion of suthin' goin' on, 'n' left the critters out thar, with the rancheros, 'n' stole in.

Got in just in time to pop the cuss that had you.

T'other un vamosed." "Oh, the villains!" shrieked Coronado, excited at the thought of his narrow escape.

"This is the way they keep their treaties." "Mought be these a'n't the same," observed Texas.

"Some 'Patchies is wild, 'n' live separate, like bachelor beavers." Coronado stooped and examined the dead Indian.