Those soldiers that got lost were away over east of here.

Three or four hundred miles.

He was kidding you." "No-o, my brother, she's saw that thing! She's hunt cattle what got across, and she's saw that what them soldiers flew.

Me, I _know_." He looked at Johnny appraisingly, hesitated and leaned forward, impelled yet not quite daring to give the proof.
"Well, what do you know ?" Johnny returned the look steadfastly.
"You don't tell my brother--I--" He fumbled in his trousers pocket, hesitated a little longer, and grew more trustful.

"Them pliers--I'm got." He laid them on the table, and Johnny let his stool tilt forward abruptly on its four legs.