"I'm willing to admit you're better qualified to take charge of the outfit than I am.

You know the country--and you've fit Indians." "We-ell, now, you're dang right I have! 'N' if some them bucks don't go off 'n' mind their own business, I'll likely fight a few morel You shoo 'em outa camp, Luck, 'n' start 'em about their own dang business.

'N' we'll eat a bite 'n' git on about our own.

If we show up any grub whilst this bunch is hangin' around we'll have t' feed 'em--'n' you know dang well we ain't got enough skurcely fer the Jemes trip as it is." "I've been handing out money as it is till I'm about broke," Luck confessed, "making presents to those fellows that came in with bullets in their legs and arms.

Funny nobody got hit in the body--except one poor devil that got shot in the shoulder." "We-ell, now, you kin blame Lite's dang tender heart fer that there," Applehead accused, pulling at his sunbrowned mustache.