For a moment the drunken fellows hung back out of respect for a woman.

Then Bill Day was suddenly impressed with the fact that the duty of persuading Mrs.
Wehle to consent to her husband's execution devolved upon him.
"Take keer, boys; let me talk to the ole woman.

I'll argy the case." "You can't speak Dutch no more nor a hoss can," squeaked Jeems West.
"Blam'd ef I can't, though.

Hyer, ole woman, firshta Dutch ?" "Ya." "Now," said Bill, turning to the others in triumph, "what did I tell you?
Well, you see, your boy August is a thief." "He's not a teef!" said the old man.
"Shet up your jaw.

I say he is.