"We'll bag the bunch of 'em.

Shore ye ain't got nothin' else t' tell us honest folk up here ?" demanded the first speaker.
"No." "Reckon ye better think it over, young feller.

We'll give ye till ter-morrer t' make a clean sweep an' tell us the whole business.

If ye don't we'll jest blow yer fool haid off an' chuck ye in a hole in the mountain an' there won't be nothin' more heard of ye," threatened another.
"The Germans tried to do that same thing, but they didn't succeed," dared Lieutenant Wingate.

"Who do you think I am, anyway?
What do you think I am?
Come, now, suppose you make a clean sweep and tell me what all this rotten business is about." "Ah reckons ye don't have t' be told nothin'," was the reply that Hippy got.