I ain't goin' to take no advantage on ye.

Now we're squar'," said he, as he blazoned the document with his coarse and clumsy sign-manual.

"Put that in yer pocket, an' keep it for five year." "Is the business all settled ?" inquired Yates.
"Clean," replied Jim.
"When am I to have the liberty to go out of the woods ?" "Ye ain't goin' out o' the woods for a fortnight.

Ye're a goin' to stay here, an' have the best fishin' ye ever had in yer life.

It'll do ye good, an' ye can go out when yer man comes arter ye.