Quit your kiddin', bo, and keep a watch out." And he added glumly, "Spark plugs is O.K.
Maybe it's the timer.

I'll have to trace it up.

Quit turning your back on that brush! You want us both to git killed?
Hand me out that small wrench." "Say, I know what ailed them squaws, Bland.

Gods is right.

You know what they thought?
They took us for their Thunder Bird lighting.