Say, though, yer might have trouble with them gurls--got a gun ?" "No." He reached back into a small drawer under the shelf, and brought out an ugly-looking weapon, tried the hammer movement with his thumb, and handed it over to me with a grin.
"Some cannon, an' I want it back.

Don't fail at midnight." "An' thar ain't nuthin' fer me ter do till then ?" "Not a thing; take a nap, if ye want'r.

Sal kin wake ye up.

I reckon I won't be back till after yer off." I sat down in a chair and leaned back against the wall, tilting my hat down over my eyes and pretending to fall asleep.

Through half-closed lids I managed to see all that transpired in the room, and my mind was busy with the approaching crisis.