But Whiskey Dick, guiltily attributing the movement to his own indiscreet gesture, said, "Excuse me, miss," recovered himself by lightly dusting her shoulder with his handkerchief, as if to remove the impression, and her smile returned.
"They wouldn't stand for it," said Dick, "and there'd be some shooting! Not afore you, miss--not afore you, in course! But they'd adjourn to the woods some morning with them city folks, and hev it out with rifles at a hundred yards.

Or, seein' ez they're city folks, the boys would do the square thing with pistols at twelve paces.

They're good boys, as I said afore; but they're quick and tetchy--George, being the youngest, nat'rally is the tetchiest.

You know how it is, Miss Carr; his pretty, gal-like face and little moustaches haz cost him half a dozen scrimmages already.

He'z had a fight for every hair that's growed in his moustache since he kem here." "Say no more, Mr.Hall!" said Christie, rising and pressing her hands lightly on Dick's tremulous fingers.