"Whut business is this here of yores ?" "None, madam," I bowed, "but I was only curious." "You keep your own cur'osity to yourself ef you'r goin' to travel in these parts.

That's a mighty good thing for you to learn." "Very true, madam," said I, gently disengaging the revolver barrel from the line of my waist, "but won't you tell me why you do these things with your son ?" "It's none of your damned business," she answered, "but I don't mind tellin' you.

I'm tryin' to make a man out'n him." "Ah, and this is part of the drill ?" "Part of it.

You, Andrew Jackson, stick yore pistol up agin your head the way I tol' you.

Now snap it, damn you! Keep _on_ a-snappin'! Quit that jumpin', I tell you! Snap, it till you git through bein' scared of it.