An' Ol' Villan cried like a baby.

Hadn't seen it for three years, he said.

Ben with the wolves all that time." "I reckon you've called the turn, Bill.

That wolf's a dog, an' it's eaten fish many's the time from the hand of man." "An if I get a chance at it, that wolf that's a dog'll be jes' meat," Bill declared.

"We can't afford to lose no more animals." "But you've only got three cartridges," Henry objected.
"I'll wait for a dead sure shot," was the reply.
In the morning Henry renewed the fire and cooked breakfast to the accompaniment of his partner's snoring.
"You was sleepin' jes' too comfortable for anything," Henry told him, as he routed him out for breakfast.