I 'll tell ye how it happened, Mr.Winston; it 'd take Stutter, yere, too blame long ter relate ther story, only I hope he won't fly off an' git mad if I chance ter make mention o' his gal 'long with the other.

He 's gittin' most damn touchy, is Stutter, an' I 'm all a-tremble fer fear he 'll blow a hole cl'ar through me.

It's hell, love is, whin it gits a good hol' on a damn fool.

Wal, these yere two bloomin' females came cavortin' up the trail this mornin', just afore daylight.

Nobody sent 'em no invite, but they sorter conceived they had a mission in ther wilderness.