I kin see no chance 'cept to fight it out to the bitter eend.

Thar's no mercy in them yells--ne'er a morsel o' it." "What do they intend doing next, think you ?" "Jest yet 'taint easy to tell.

Thar's somethin' on foot among 'em--some darned Injun trick.

Clar as I kin see, that big chief wi' the red cross on his ribs, air him they call the Horned Lizard; an' ef it be, thar ain't a cunniner coon on all this contynent.

He's sharp enough to contrive some tight trap for us.