Start to-night while the weather is warm, an' the roads are good.

If you're afraid of our chasin' you we'll give you a runnin' start of a hunderd miles." "Wa'al now, that's right kind of you," said Whitley.

"I for one might take your advice, but I was froze up so much in them wild mountains an' plains of the northwest that I like to go south when the winter's comin' on.

It's hot now, all right, but in two months the chilly blasts will be seekin' my marrow." "I was speakin' for your own good," said the Mississippian gravely.
"Anyway, you won't be troubled by the cold weather 'cause if you don't go back into the no'th where you belong, we'll be takin' you a prisoner way down south, where you don't belong.

But you could have a good time there.