Rale ventured no resistance, although he made no effort to restrain his tongue.
"Thar ain't no use pullin' thet rope so tight, yer ol' fule.

By God, but yer goin' ter pay fer all this.

Maybe ye think ye kin git away in this kintry, but I'll show ye.

Damn nice trick yer two played, wa'n't it?
The lafe will be on 'tother side afore termorrer night.

No, I won't shet up, an' ye can't make me--ye ain't done with this job yet.
Curse ye, Tim Kennedy, let up on thet." "Now gag him, Tim," I said quietly.