You wasn't careful.' 'Ez careful ez I could be.

I had to scoop the stuff outer holes in the wet floor o' the drive where I'd puddled it away in the mud.' 'Ain't there a chance fer him--not a single hope ?' 'Oh, yes, but it's a bad un fer us if he recognised you.

There's the chance o' him recoverin', an' draggin' himself out o' the water.

Hullo! what in hell's name's happenin' now?
Quick, cut for the scrub; someone's comin'.

I'll hide the bag here.