I don't use it myself, an' I don't keep it for--" "'"That's a lie!" yelled three or four of the band.
"'"You a trader among the Injuns, an' not keep whisky ?" "'"We know a thing or two more than that." "'"We have heard that story often enough," said Tom.

"We know you have got the liquor, an' we are goin' to get it afore we leave this shanty.
If you won't bring it out an' treat, like white man had ought to do, we'll have to look for it ourselves--that's all.

Here, boys," he said, turning to his men, "jest jump down into the cellar an' hunt it up, 'cause we know he's got some.

An' you, Jake," he added, catching hold of a big, ugly-lookin' feller, "you stand here, an shoot the first one that tries to get away." "'The men ran down into the cellar, and we could hear them cussin' an' swearin', as they overturned every thing in the useless search.

My mother, a'most frightened to death, gathered us children around her, an' sank back into the furthest corner.