Now, mebbe you're not thet kind of a feller, an' I'm shore not presumin' to ask.

But I just declares myself sufficient." "You mean you'd like me to go with you ?" asked Duane.
Stevens grinned.

"Wal, I should smile.

I'd be particular proud to be braced with a man of your reputation." "See here, my good fellow, that's all nonsense," declared Duane, in some haste.
"Shore I think modesty becomin' to a youngster," replied Stevens.

"I hate a brag.