"I'm not ready for the graveyard yet." "You are vot iss called cowardices," said Dan'l, flourishing the revolvers he held.

"Come on mit der courage, somebotty, so I can shoot holes in you." "You're building your own coffin just now, Dan'l," retorted Tobey, in baffled rage.

"We know where to get you, old boy, and we'll have revenge for this night's work." "I vill take some popguns home mit me," was the composed reply.

"Den, ven you come, I vill make a receptioning for you.

Eh ?" Uncle John, Patsy and Beth had followed Myrtle through the window and disappeared.
"Now, sir," said the Major to the old fiddler, "make your escape while I hold them at bay." "Nod yet," replied Dan'l.