This camp is half white men an' half bullies, an' th' white men won't stand fer no play like that.

Them fellers that jest passed are neighbors of yourn, an' they won't lay abed if yu needs them.

But yu wants to look out fer th' joints in th' town.

Guess this business is out of yore line," he finished as he sized Hopalong up.
"She shore is, but I'm here to stay.

Got tired of punchin' an' reckoned I'd get rich." Here he smiled and glanced at the hole.