They want to git me out of the way.

But I'll fool 'em.

I'll not pay any attention to it." "Goodness, Anderson, I bet you'll be assassinated yet!" cried his poor wife.

"I wish you'd give up chasin' people down." "May I have a look at the letter, Mr.Crow ?" asked Bonner.

Anderson stealthily drew the square envelope from his inside pocket and passed it over.
"They've got to git up purty early to ketch me asleep," he said proudly.
Bonner drew the enclosure from the envelope.