Thet's what got Lacy down on yer." "Yes; but what is it to you, and--and Mr.Sikes, here ?" Matt grinned.
"Nuthin' much ter me, or ter--ter Mr.Sikes--how's it sound, Joe?
--'cept maybe a slice o' coin.

Still there's reason fer us both ter jump when Bill Lacy whistles.

Enyhow thar ain't no use a talkin' 'bout it, fer we've got ter do what we're told.

So let's shut up." "You say you do not know what this all means ?" "No, an' what's more, we don't give a damn." "But if I told you it was robbery and murder---that you were aiding in the commission of crime!" "It wouldn't make a plum bit o' difference, ma'm," said Sikes deliberately, "we never reckoned it wus enything else--so yer might just as well stop hollerin', fer yer goin' whar we take yer, an' ye'll stay thar till Bill Lacy says yer ter go.

Hit 'em up, Matt; I'm plum' tired of talkin'." The grey dawn came at last, spectral and ghastly, gradually yielding glimpse of the surroundings.