They ain't never rightly understood each other, 'cause they ain't never bin rightly in tune with each other, an' that's another way o' sayin' they ain't bin in symp'thy.

An' th' only way they could get that way would be t' tell, outspoke, what they thinks o' each other.

Now they's Injun, here.

He's bin our friend for some time, an' we bin his, but no one ain't never knowed his _real_ 'pinion of us, an' I think it'd be some help in adjustin' matters all round if we did." Shielding his mouth with his hand, Shorty Palmer turned to Buck Higgins, and spoke in a hoarse whisper, that could be heard distinctly by everybody.

"Bill's like one o' them big express trains you see at th' Junction," Shorty hissed.