She ain't shore it's wise to throw him loose.

It's Doc Peets who reasshores her.
"'My dear young lady,' says Peets, at the same time bowin' to the ground, 'you may trust this maverick with me.

I'll pledge my word to prodooce him at the moment when he's called for to make these nuptials win.' "'Which I'm aheap obleeged to you, Mister,' says Abby to Peets, sizing him up approvin'; 'an' now that I'm convinced thar's no chance of my footure sufferin' from any absenteeism on the part of this pastor, I reckons I better go over, like you-all hints, an' take a look or two in the glass.

It ain't goin' to consoome a moment, however,--this yere titivation I plans; an' followin' said improvements we-all better pull off this play some prompt.

My paw,--old Ben Glegg,--is on our trail not five miles behind; he'll land yere in half a hour an' I ain't none convinced he won't land shootin'.' An' with this bluff, an' confidin' the preacher sharp to Peets, Abby goes curvin' over to the O.K.
Restauraw.
"However does this yere virgin look?
Son, I hes'tates to deescribe a lady onless the facts flows fav'rable for her.