He ain't no wuss, if he's as bad, as that roan mare.

Let 'em _go_ it!" "Wonder what's to pay ?" said the young man, who had not spoken before.
"Dunno," said Dexter Beers.

"Somethin's to pay--that girl acted queer." "S'pose she takes it hard 'bout Burr Gordon.

He used to fool 'round her, I've heerd, afore he went courtin' the parson's gal." "Dunno--queer she's so thick with the parson's gal all of a sudden." "Lord, I wouldn't tech a gal that could git the upperhand of a horse like that roan mare with a ten-foot pole," half soliloquized the man at work over the bay.

"Wouldn't have her if she owned half the township, an' went down on her knees to me--darned if I would.