Yer want me ?" "Search that scoundrel for weapons.

Don't ask questions; do what I say." He made short work of it, using no gentle methods.
"Wal' the gent wasn't exactly harmless," he reported, grinning cheerfully, "considerin' this yere knife an cannon.

Now, maybe ye'll tell me whut the hell's up ?" Kirby stood erect, his dark eyes searching our faces, his lips scornful.
"And perhaps, Mr.Lieutenant Knox," he added sarcastically.

"You might condescend to explain to me also the purpose of this outrage." "With pleasure," but without lowering my rifle.

"This boy here belonged to the company of soldiers massacred yesterday morning.