If Mac Strann gets you, he'll California you like a yearling.

You won't have no chance.

You've done for Jerry, there ain't a doubt of that, but Jerry to Mac is like a tame cat to a mountain-lion.

Lad, I c'n see you're a stranger to these parts, but ask me your questions and I'll tell you the best way to go." Barry slipped from the saddle.
He said: "I'd like to know the best place to put up my hoss." The deputy marshal was speechless.
"But I s'pose," went on Barry, "I can stable him over there behind the hotel." Matthews pushed off his sombrero and rubbed his short fingers through his hair.

Anger and amazement still choked him, but he controlled himself by a praiseworthy effort.
"Barry," he said, "I don't make you out.