I want to kill that trouble.

Mebbyso make my friends laugh, be heap glad those men no stealum ranch.

You hear talk, mebbyso you tell me now." Peppajee smoked imperturbably what time his dignity demanded.

At length he took the pipe from his mouth, stretched out his arm toward Hartley, and spoke in his sonorous tone, calculated to add weight to his words.
"Yo' go speakum Squaw-talk-far-off," he commanded.

"All time makum talk--talk--" He drummed with his fingers upon his left forearm.
"Mebbyso heap sabe.