Let's have it.

If there is anything I can do, you may count on me." "Wal," he began, nervously, clearing his throat, "it's lak' dis.

Dere's feller been talk some 'bout Necia, an' it ain' nice talk neider." "Who is he ?" exclaimed the soldier, in a tone that made the girl's heart leap.
"Wait! Lemme tol' you w'at he say, den we'll talk 'bout feex 'im plaintee.

He say dere's joke down on Stark's saloon dat Necia Gale is mak' fool of herse'f on you, an' dat you ain' care for marry her." "Runnion!" cried Burrell, and started for the door.

"I'll settle with him now for fair!" But Poleon blocked his way, and, observing him gravely, continued, in a tone that the other could not disregard nor mistake: "No, M'sieu', before you pass on dat place you'll tol' me if it's true." "True!" the Lieutenant retorted, angrily.