We got a little band uh antelope up here we're pertectin'.

Our boss got himself made a deppity fer just such cases as yourn appears t' be--pervidin' your case ain't worse.
"Now you say your pardner was shot down below in your camp.

That shore looks bad fer you, old-timer.

The boss'll shore have t' look into it when he gits here.

Lucky we made up our minds t' hold yuh--a murderer, like as not." He filled his pipe with deliberation, while Casey, his jaw sagging, stared from one to the other.
Casey had meant to accuse them to their faces of shooting Barney and the burros from the rim-rock.