"But I ain't in any courtroom yet, an' you fellers ain't any judge an' jury." "We got to hold ye," Paw spoke up unctiously, as if the decision had been his.

"Ef a crime's been committed, like you say it has, we got to do our duty an' hold ye.

The boss'll know what to do with ye--like I said all along; when I hauled ye down outa that tree, for instance.
"Aw, shut up, Paw, you ol' fool, you," Hank commanded again with filial gentleness.

"He had yore tongue hangin' out a foot when I come along an' captured 'im.

Don't go takin' no credit to yourself--you ain't got none comin'.