It ain't too much to say that we-all fears the worst.

We comes now to invite you to tell us all you knows of Dave an' whatever it is that so onsettles him.

Our idee is that you onderstands a heap about it.' "'See yere, Sam Enright,' retorts Missis Rucker, pausin' over the salt hoss, 'you ain't doin' yourse'f proud.

You better round up this herd of inebriates an' get 'em back to the Red Light.

Thar's nothin' the matter with Dave; leastwise if it was the matter with you, you'd be some improved.