"I wuz a poet; now I'm a gardeen angel.

I tole you I wouldn' do nothin' desperate tell I talked weth you.
That's the reason I didn' shoot him t'other night.

When you run him off, I draw'd on him, and he'd a been a gone sucker ef't hadn' been fer yore makin' me promise t'other day to hold on tell I'd talked weth you.

Now, I've talked weth you, and I don't make no furder promises.

Soon as he gits to makin' headway agin, I'll drap him." It was in vain that Charlton argued with him.