I've got some hopes of my negative being there." "Want the rest of us to work on that stage, don't you, boss ?" Weary asked, pausing in the doorway to roll a smoke.

"And please may I wipe off my eyebrows ?" "Why, sure!--to both questions," answered Luck, going over to his camera.
"I can't do much more till I get more negative, even with the light right, which it isn't.

You go ahead and finish the stage this afternoon.
And be sure the uprights are guyed for a high wind; she sure can blow, in this man's country." "You're danged right, she can blow!" Applehead testified emphatically.
"She can blow, and she's goin' to blow.

You want to take your overshoes and mittens, boy, when you start out fer town.

You know how cold she can get on that mesa.