He has a big, gray shawl like your own, wrapped around his shoulders.

Perhaps he's one of your friends." "I reckon so, but sence he ain't makin' no signs he ain't got nuthin' to tell.

It wuz agreed that them that didn't know nuthin' wuz to keep it to theirselves while we rode on until we come to them that did.

It saves time.

Now he's gone, ain't he, colonel ?" "Yes, something has come in between." "It's the first thin edge uv the mist.