"You all both look fine an' brown....

I reckon I was shore slow rustlin' your uncle Al up here.

But I was figgerin' you'd like Milt's camp for a while." "We sure did," replied Bo, archly.
"Aw!" breathed Auchincloss, heavily.

"Lemme set down." He drew the girls to the rustic seat Dale had built for them under the big pine.
"Oh, you must be tired! How--how are you ?" asked Helen, anxiously.
"Tired! Wal, if I am it's jest this here minit.

When Joe Beeman rode in on me with thet news of you--wal, I jest fergot I was a worn-out old hoss.