You lose, then.

I never sleep.
Tex, for the love of Mike, do look at Bill's face; and Bill, you look at Mr.Jim, from Texas! Guilty as charged! Your scheme, was it, Texas?
And Shorty Bill, he told you so?
Why, you poor toddling innocents, you won't never prosper as crooks! Your faces are too honest.
"And that frame-up of yours--oh, that was a loo-loo bird! Livin' together and didn't know which was the best shot--likely! And every tin can in sight shot full of holes and testifyin' against you! Think I'm blind, hey?
Even your horses give you away.

Never batted an eyelash durin' that whole cannonade.

They've been hearin' forty-fives pretty reg'lar, them horses have." "I notice your old black ain't much gun-shy, either," ventured Bill.
"See here--you!" said the big Texan.

"You talk pretty biggity.