Darned ef they ain't got a reg'lar skirmish line thrown out 'long ther gulch yonder.

Yer bet they mean business for shore, Stutter, ol' boy." Brown, deliberately engaged in pouring the coffee, contented himself with a slight grunt, and a quick glance in the direction indicated.
Hicks slowly closed his glasses, and seated himself comfortably on the edge of the rock.

Winston, already eating, but decidedly anxious, glanced at the two emotionless faces with curiosity.
"The situation does n't seem to worry either of you very much," he said at last.

"If you really expect an attack from those fellows over there, is n't it about time we were arranging for some defence ?" Hicks looked over at him across the rim of his tin cup.
"Defence?
Hell! here 's our defence--four o' us, countin' Mike." "Where is Mike ?" "Oh, out yonder in ther back yard amusin' that Swede Stutter yere brought in ter him fer a playthin'.

Them foreigners seem ter all be gittin' mighty chummy o' late.