I don't think you could manage a piano down there without the old man knowing it, and raisin' the devil generally.

I promised you I'd let up on him.
Mind you keep all your promises to me.

I'm glad you're gettin' on with the six-shooter; tin cans are good at fifteen yards, but try it on suthin' that _moves_! I forgot to say that I am on the track of your big brother.

It's a three years' old track, and he was in Arizona.

The friend who told me didn't expatiate much on what he did there, but I reckon they had a high old time.