"An' he come up hyar with you." "Jim, you're locoed," replied Wade.
The sheriff laughed, and his shrewd eyes had a kindly, curious gleam.
"Next you'll be givin' me a hunch thet you're in a fever an' out of your head." "Jim, I'm not as clear-headed as I might be." "Wal, tell me or not, jest as you like.

I seen his tracks--follered them.

An' Wade, old pard, I've reckoned long ago thar's a nigger in the wood-pile." "Sure.

An' you know me.

I'd take it friendly of you to put Moore's trial off fer a while--till I'm able to ride to Krernmlin'.