"Do you-all say that some critter shot at that feller when he was fetchin' you-all here for Liz an' Sue ?" "Yes.

They may have got him before this." "Gi' me that rifle!" demanded the mountaineer sternly.
"Wait, Jed.

What do you propose to do ?" questioned the doctor.
"Ah'm goin' t' fetch the loot'nant, an' Ah'm goin' t' git the feller that shot you-all up if Ah kin kotch him." "Take the rifle, Jed, and the best of luck," bowed the doctor, handing the weapon to the mountaineer, and reaching into his pocket for the cartridges he had taken from it.

"We'll now see what we can do for the sick." Jed was out of the house and across the field at top speed by the time Elfreda had reached the door, after stowing her revolver.
"He is right," nodded Grace, regarding Elfreda with sparkling eyes.

"You _are_ sudden.