Ghosts is new to me; an' I'm goin' pirootin' off with Enright on this demon hunt an' see if I can't fetch up in the midst of a trifle of nerve-coolin' excitement.' "The ghost tales of the stampeded cow-punchers excites Dan Boggs a heap.

After Enright an' Peets has organised an' gone p'inting out for the ha'nted Bar-B-8 sign-camp to investigate the spook, Dan can't talk of nothin' else.
"'Them's mighty dead game gents, Enright an' Doc Peets is!' says Dan.
'I wouldn't go searchin' for no sperits more'n I'd write letters to rattlesnakes! I draws the line at intimacies with fiends.' "'But mebby this yere is a angel,' says Faro Nell, from her stool alongside of Cherokee Hall.
"'Not criticisin' you none, Nell,' says Dan, 'Cherokee himse'f will tell you sech surmises is reedic'lous.

No angel is goin' to visit Arizona for obvious reasons.

An' ag'in, no angel's doo to go skally-hootin' about after steers an' stampeedin' 'em over brinks.
It's ag'in reason; you bet! That blazin' wraith, that a-way, is a shore-enough demon! An' as for me, personal, I wouldn't cut his trail for a bunch of ponies! "'Be you-all scared of ghosts, Dan ?' asks Faro Nell.
"'Be I scared of ghosts ?' says Dan.

'Which I wish, I could see a ghost an' show you! I don't want to brag none, Nellie, but I'll gamble four for one, an' go as far as you likes, that if you was to up an' show me a ghost right now, I wouldn't stop runnin' for a month.