I don't like the way some of this stuff reads." "I don't like the way none of it reads," grumbled Happy Jack.

"I betche we can't make it go; they's some ketch to it.

We'll never git a patent.
I'll betche anything yuh like." "Well, pull out of the game, then!" snapped Andy Green, whose nerves were beginning to feel the strain put upon them.
"I ain't in it yet," said Happy Jack sourly, and banged the door shut upon his departure.
Andy scowled and returned to studying the map.

Finally he reached for his hat and gloves in the manner of one who has definitely made up his mind to some thing.
"Well, the rest of you can do as you darned please," he delivered his ultimatum from the doorway.

"I'm going to catch up my horse, draw a month's wages and hit the trail.