But I don't 'n' that's fact.

Yuh musta sprung the trap 'fore yuh got inside, 'cause they shore aimed t' occupy this nest uh rocks theirselves, with you fellers down there in the Fryin'-pan where they could git at yuh.
"Thar's one of 'em up on the rim-rock--see 'im ?--standin' thar, by granny, like he was darin' somebody t' cut loose! Here, Lite, you spill some lead up thar.

We'll learn 'im t' act up smart--" "Hey, hold on!" Luck grabbed Lite's arm as he was raising his rifle for a close shot at the fellow.

"Don't shoot! Don't you see?
Thaf's the peace-sign he's making!" "Well, now, dang it, he better be makin' peace-signs!" growled Applehead querulously, and sat down heavily on a shelf of the rock.

"'Cause Lite, here, shore woulda tuk an ear off'n him in another minute, now I'm tellin' ye!".