He tuk jest one more step, if I don't make no mistake.
"The ol' brute that Jack had knocked down quivered an' lay still a minit an' when he come to, we turned him, eround an' started him towards Canady an' tol' him to keep a-goin'! When he were 'bout ten rods off, I put a bullet in his ol' wooden leg fer to hurry him erlong.
So the wust man-killer that ever trod dirt got erway from us with only a sore belly, we never knowin' who he were.

I wish I'd 'a' killed the cuss, but as 'twere, we had consid'able trouble on our hands.

Right erway we heard two guns go off over by the house.

I knowed that our firin' had prob'ly woke up some o' the sleepers.

We pounded the ground an' got thar as quick as we could.