So ye'd better go on 'bout yer business like a white man! Close up yer own whopper jawed mouth, ef ye want anything shet up!" "Oho! is that you, Jazon?
You're so little I didn't know you! Certainly, talk your whole damned under jaw off, for all I care," Clark replied, assuming a jocose tone.

Then turning again to Beverley: "Keep up the firing and the noise; the fort will be ours in the morning." "What's the use of waiting till morning ?" Beverley demanded with impatience.

"We can tear that stockade to pieces with our hands in half an hour." "I don't think so, Lieutenant.

It is better to play for the sure thing.
Keep up the racket, and be ready for 'em if they rush out.

We must not fail to capture the hair-buyer General." He passed on, with something cheerful to say whenever he found a squad of his devoted men.