So we planned it out this way: Thar's a frien' o' mine got a shack down on Bear Crick, 'bout twenty mile below yere.

He sells red-eye ter barge an' keel-boatmen, what tie up thar nights.

Wal', he's all right--a hell o' a good feller.

What we aim ter do is run the gurl down thar ternight, unbekno'nst ter enybody.

I reckon yer kin ride a hoss ?" "Yes; so thet's my job ?" "Thet's the whole o' it.