I've been talking to him, and I know.

Jeff, you're taking the money away from him if you run that race." "Well, I'm giving the kid a chance to back out," Jeff hastened to declare.

"He can put it off till his horse gits well, if he wants to.

I ain't going to hold him to it.

I never said I was." "That's mighty kind of you," Bud said, coming up from behind with a bottle of liniment, and with Pop at his heels.