'_Madre de Dios_!' he hollers.

I 'low he wuz plenty scared." "Did he look scared ?" "I object," cried Franklin.
"S'tained," said the judge.
"'Ception," said the prosecuting attorney.
"Well, what did the prisoner say or do ?" "Why, he crawls aroun' an' hollers.

So we roped him, then.

But say--" "Never mind." "Well, I was--" "Never mind.

Did you--" "Shore! I foun' the end o' the lariat tied to a tree." "But did you--" "Yes, I tole you! I foun' it tied.