Who's the dressmaker ?" He jerked his bushy head towards Burrell, who had stopped at the front door with Poleon to examine some yellow grains in a folded paper.
"He's the boss soldier." "Purty, ain't he ?" "If you ain't good he'll get you," said Gale, a trifle cynically, at which Lee chuckled.
"I reckon there's several of us in camp that ain't been a whole lot too good," said he.

"Has he tried to git anybody yet ?" "No, but he's liable to.

What would happen if he did?
Suppose, for instance, he went after you--or me ?" The one-eyed man snorted derisively.

"It ain't wuth considerin'!" "Why not ?" insisted Gale, guardedly.

"Maybe I've got a record--you don't know." "If you have, don't tell me nothin' about it," hastily observed Lee.
"I'm a God-fearin' citizen myself, leanin' ever towards peace and quietudes, but what's past is dead and gone, and I'd hate to see a lispin' child like that blue-and-yeller party try to reezureck it." "He's got the American army to back him up--at least five of them." "Five agin a hundred.