"Am I drunk that you grab me ?" "Wal, y'u ain't drunk, I reckon," replied the rustler, with sarcasm.
"But y'u're shore some things I'll reserve for your private ear." Jorth gained a semblance of composure.

But it was evident that he labored under a shock.
"Ellen, did Jean Isbel see this black horse ?" "Yes.

He asked me how I got Spades an' I told him." "Did he say Spades belonged to him ?" "Shore I reckon he, proved it.

Y'u can always tell a horse that loves its master." "Did y'u offer to give Spades back ?" "Yes.

But Isbel wouldn't take him." "Hah! ...