I jest hope I get a look down my old 'forty-four' at thet Beasley." "In that case I hope you hold straighter than times I've seen you." "Milt Dale, I'm a good shot," declared Roy, stoutly.
"You're no good on movin' targets." "Wal, mebbe so.

But I'm not lookin' for a movin' target when I meet up with Beasley.

I'm a hossman, not a hunter.

You're used to shootin' flies off deer's horns, jest for practice." "Roy, can we make my camp by to-morrow night ?" queried Dale, more seriously.
"We will, if each of us has to carry one of the girls.

But they'll do it or die.