I'm her Joe.

And when we get this little old bonanza of ours to grinding she won't be in New York any more.

Come again, old-timer.
What's all this piffle got to do with our mine ?" "If you only had a little brains," sighed Johnson disconsolately, "I'd soon find out who had it in for you, and why.

It's dreadful inconvenient to have a pardner like that.

Why, you poor, credulous baa-lamb of a trustful idiot, when you let me go off to file them papers, don't you see you give me the chance to rob you of a mine worth, just as she stands, 'most any amount of money you chance to mention?
Not you! You let me ride off without a misgivin'." "Pish!" remarked Stan scornfully.