It 's his play first, an' it sorter looks ter me as if the man knew how ter handle his cards.

He ain't no bluffer, either.

Just take a squint through them glasses down the trail, an' tell me what yer see." Winston did so, rising to his feet, standing at the edge of the rock fairly overhanging the valley.
"Wal, do yer make out anythin' in partic'lar ?" "There is a small party of men clustered near the big boulder." "Exactly; wal, them thar fellars ain't thar altergether fer ther health.

Thar 's three more o' ther same kind a'squattin' in the bushes whar the path branches toward ther 'Independence,' an' another bunch lower down 'side ther crick.

It's easy 'nough ter talk about law, an' ther sendin' o' a messenger down ter San Juan after the sheriff, but I 'd hate some ter be that messenger.