"They don't mind anything about us.

I could stay out all night, and they wouldn't know where I was." "Well, that's all right, now.

Remember--be jest here with all the clo'es ye've got, at ten o'clock, Saturday night--ten days off--cut 'em in a stick every day--the next Saturday after the next one, an' don't git mixed." The boy assured him that he should make no mistake.
"When I come, I sh'll bring a hoss and wagin.

It'll be a stiddy hoss, and I sh'll come here to this stump, an' stop till I seen ye.

Then ye'll hold the hoss till I go an' git yer pa, and then we'll wopse 'im up in some blankits, an' make a clean streak for the woods.