"In my opinion they is mighty bad customers.

But they has got on the wrong side of the law now, and I guess they won't stay around here much longer." "Well," says I, "Hank will be glad." "Fur what ?" asts Jake.
"Well," says I, "because he got his pay in advance fur that job and now he don't have to finish it.

They come along to our place about sundown yesterday, and we nailed a shoe on one hoss.

They was a couple of other hoofs needed fixing, and the tire on one of the hind wheels was beginning to rattle loose." I had noticed that loose tire when I was standing by the hind wheel the night before, and it come in handy now.

So I goes on: "Hank, he allowed he'd fix the hull thing fur six bottles of that Injun medicine.