As it was, Miss Sampson's interference probably prevented more words, if no worse.
"Don't quarrel," she said.

"George, you go with Russ.

Please hurry.

I'll be nervous till the rustler's found or you're sure there's not one." We started with several cowboys to ransack the house.

We went through the rooms, searching, calling out, flashing our lanterns in dark places.
It struck me forcibly that Wright did all the calling.