Damn yer, yer try thet agin, an' I'll spill whut brains ye got all over this kintry.

Yes, it's Tim Kennedy talkin', an' he's talkin' ter ye.

Now yer lie whar yer are.
Yer ain't killed, be ye, Knox ?" I managed to lift myself out of the dirt, still clutching for breath but with my mind clearing.
"No; I guess I'm all right, Tim," I said, panting out the words with an effort.

"What's become of Kirby?
Don't let him get away." "I ain't likely to.

He's a lyin' right whar yer dropped him.