'The simple way now would be to round up this lady's paternal gent, an' get his consent.' "'Seein' the old gent,' says the pin-feather party, ''speshully when you lays it smoothly off like that, shore does seem simplicity itse'f.
But if you was to prance out an' try it some, it would be found plenty complex.

See yere!' goes on the pin-feather party, beginnin' to roll up his sleeve, 'you-all impresses me as more or less a jedge of casyooalities.

Whatever now do you think of this?
'An' the pin-feather party exhibits a bullet wound in his left fore-arm, the same bein' about half healed.
"'Colt's six-shooter,' says Enright.
"'That's straight,' says the pin-feather party, buttonin' up his sleeve; 'you calls the turn.

I wins out that abrasion pleadin' with the old gent.

Which I tackles him twice.