But thar ain't no sense in yer fightin' me, Stutter; I bet yer git practice 'nough arter awhile, 'less them thar black eyes o' hern be mighty deceivin'.

But that thar may keep.

Jist now we 've got a few other p'ints ter consider.

You was askin' about our defence, Mr.Winston, when this yere love-sick kid butted in ?" "Yes." "Well, it 's ther lay o' ther ground, an' four good rifles.

Thet 's ther whole o' it; them fellers over yonder can't get in, an' I 'm damned if we kin git out.