Thar ain't nuthin' fer eny o' us ter git skeered about.

We got it all planned.

I sorter picked yer out 'cause thar ain't noboddy knows yer in camp here--see?
If yer disappear thar won't noboddy give a damn.

An' thar ain't scarcely noboddy what knows the gurl is yere nether--only maybe a few soldiers, who thinks she's a nigger.

We don't want this affair talked about none, do we?
I reckon not.