I'm awful glad to see yu--this yere wart of a town needs siftin' out.

It was only last week I was wishin' one of yore bunch 'ud show up--that ornament yu jest buffaloed shore raised th' devil in here, an' I wished I had somebody to prospect his anatomy for a lead mine.

But he's got a tough gang circulating with him.

Ever hear of Dutch Shannon or Blinky Neary?
They's with him." "Dutch Shannon?
Nope," he replied.
"Bad eggs, an' not a-carin' how they gits square.

Th' feller yu' salted yesterday was a bosom friend of th' marshal's, an' he passed in his chips last night." "So ?" "Yep.