"Our fathers had to fight the Indians, and we are prepared to do the same." Sut Simpson had no patience with this sort of talk, and he threw up his head with an impatient gesture.
"Did you ever toss a hunk of buffler meat to a hungry hound, and seen how nice he'd catch it in his jaws, and gulp it down without winkin', and then he'd lick his chops, and look up and whine for more.

Wal, that's just the fix you folks are in.

Lone Wolf and his men will swallow you down without winkin', and then be mad that there ain't somethin' left to squinch thar hunger." As the hunter uttered this significant warning, he gathered up the reins of his mustang and rode away..