You two can hold up the stage.

Why, it was never held up....

But you want to mask....

How about ten thousand sheep--or what they bring at Phenix in gold ?" Jim Wilson whistled low.
"An' leave for new territory ?" repeated Snake Anson, under his breath.
"You've said it." "Wal, I ain't fancyin' the girl end of this deal, but you can count on me....

September sixteenth at Magdalena--an' her name's Helen--an' she's handsome ?" "Yes.