I know dang well whar I'D hit fer if I was makin' a gitaway 'n' didn't come off over here--'n' I shore would keep outa Navvy country, now I'm tellin' yuh! No, sir, I'd take out t'other way, through Hell Canon er Tijeras, 'n' I'd make fer the Jemes country.

That thar's plenty wild 'n' rough--'n' come t' think of it, the Chavez boys owns quite a big grant, up in there som'ers, 'n' have got men in their pay up thar, runnin' their cattle.

Ramon could lay low fer a dang long while up thar 'n' be safer'n what he would be out amongst strangers.
"'N' another thing, I'd plan t' have some hosses stached out in one uh them canons, 'n' I'd mebby use a autymobile t' git to 'em, 'n' send the car back t' town--I could trust the feller that drove it--outa my sight.
'N', Luck, if you'll take my advice, you'll hit out t'wards the Jemes country.

I know every foot uh the way, 'n' we kin make it in a coupla days by pushin' the hosses.

'N' I'll bet every dang hoof I own 't we round up that bunch over thar som'ers." "You lead out, then," Luck told him promptly.