You can high-tail it back to your outlaws--" "Well, if you go 'n put it that way!" Jerry expostulated, lifting both hands high in the air in a vain attempt to pull the situation toward the humorous.

"You're a depity sheriff, and you got the drop." He grinned, saw that Bud's eyes were still hard and his mouth unyielding, and lowered his hands, looking crestfallen as a kicked pup that had tried to be friendly.
"You can see for yourself we ain't fit to go 'n meet your mother and your father like we was--like we'd went straight," Eddie put in explanatorily.

"You've been raised good, and--say, it makes a man want to BE good to see how a feller don't have to be no preacher to live right.

But it don't seem square to let you take us right home with you, just because you're so darned kind you'd do it and never think a thing about it.

We ain't ungrateful--I know I ain't.