He don't make out half we say to him and, when we are talking together, he minds us no more than if he had been a black monkey; but if he did, it's no odds, he could not have passed through these walls and back again; and if he could, who was he to tell it to?
The men round here are all our pals, and would have cut his jaw short with a bullet.

But there, it's no use talking about it, he's not been out, and there's an end of it.
"Still, it beats me altogether.

That police fellow seems to know what we are up to, just as well as we do ourselves.

I would give all my share of the swag we have made, for the last six months, for a shot at him." "I don't like it," one of the others said, "I don't; blest if I do; and I says as the sooner we are out of here, the better.

After what's happened, I sha'n't feel safe till I am well out in the blacks' country.