Alf, I still believe you had somethin' to do with that case." "I didn't, Anderson, so help me." "Well, doggone it, somebody did," roared the marshal.

"If it wasn't you, who was it?
Answer that, sir." "Why, consarn you, Anderson Crow, I didn't have any spare children to leave around on doorsteps.

I've allus had trouble to keep from leavin' myself there.

Besides, it was a woman that left her, wasn't it?
Well, consarn it, I'm not a woman, am I?
Look at my whiskers, gee whiz! I--" "I didn't say you left the baskit, Alf; I only said you'd somethin' to do with it.

I remember that there was a strong smell of liquor around the place that night." In an instant Anderson was sniffing the air.
"Consarn ye, the same smell as now--yer drunk." "Tom Folly drinks, too," protested Alf.