You guess what besides that." I told him I couldn't guess.
"Shore you couldn't," said Curly, dangling his bridle from the little finger of his left hand as he searched in his pocket for a match.

He had rolled a cigarette with one hand, and now he called it a _cigarrillo_.

These facts alone would have convicted him of coming from somewhere near the Rio Grande.
"Shore you couldn't," repeated Curly, after he had his bit of brown paper going.

"I reckon not in a hundred years.

Champagne! Whole quart! Yes, sir.