"And I don't care how much of a trap you call this, it isn't a patching to the one Applehead busted us out of.

He's what I call a Real One, boys." "Aw, shet yore dang head 'n' git yore rifles workin'!" Applehead blurted.

"This yere ain't no time fer kiddin', 'n' I'm tellin' yuh straight.

What's them fellers acrost the Fryin'-pan think they're tryin' t' do?
luck le's you'n me make a few remarks over that way, 'n' leave the boys t' do some gun-talk with these here babies behind us.

Dang it, if I knowed of a better place 'n' what this is fer holdin' 'em off, I'd say make a run fer it.