Wal, the months have gone by, and Jim Girty's still livin' and carryin' on.

Now he's over there after them poor preachers.

I ain't sayin', Lew, that you haven't more agin him than me, but I do say, let me in on it with you.

He always has a gang of redskins with him; he's afraid to travel alone, else you'd had him long ago.

Two of us'll have more chance to get him.