"Thet, Mr Wilton, 'ud be jest the way to defeet all our plans an' purpisses.

They'd see us long afore we ked git sight o' them, an' maybe in time to run off all the stolen hosses an' cattle, but sartinly the keptyves." "What's your way, Cully ?" interrogates a lieutenant of the Rangers.
"My way air to wait till the sun go down, then steal torst 'm.

Thar boun' to hev fires, an' thet'll guide us right into thar camp.

Ef it's in the Peecawn bottom, as I'm pretty sure it air, we kin surround 'em eesy.

Thar's bluffs a-both sides, an' we kin divide inter two lots--one slippin' roun' an' comin' from up the creek, while t'other approaches 'em from below.