"What ye say, Moffett?
Thar's a hundred dollars in this job." "Whar is the gurl ?" "Oh, I reckon she ain't fur away; we kin find her all right.

I got ter know 'bout yer furst.

Are yer game ?" "I'm game 'nough, Jack," assuming a familiarity I thought he would appreciate.

"Only I don't want'r jump inter this yere thing without knowin' nuthin' 'bout it.

What is it yer got lined up fer me ter do ?" He helped himself to yet another liberal drink, and I was glad to note that the fiery liquor was already beginning to have its effect, increasing his recklessness of speech.
"All right, Dan; have another one on me--no?
Wal', hell; I 'spose I might as wal' tell ye furst as last.