"We've had a heck of a time this yere trip," he went on without waiting for Red to reply.

"Five miles out of Las Cruces we stood off a son-of-a-gun that wanted th' dude's wealth.
Then just this side of the San Andre foothills we runs into a bunch of young bucks who turned us off this yere way an' gave us a runnin' fight purty near all th' way.

I'm a whole lot farther from Paso now than I was when I started, an seem as I lost a jack I'll be some time gittin' there.

Yu don't happen to sabe a jack I can borrow, do yu ?" "I don't know about no jack, but I'll rope yu a bronch," offered Red, winking at Johnny.
"I'll pull her myself before I'll put dynamite in di' traces," replied the driver.

"Yu fellers might amble back a ways with me--them buddin' warriors'll be layin' for me." "We shore will," responded Johnny eagerly.