My heart o'ny beat ez fast ez he chopped.

Hit would give a great jump when the sound o' the blow reached me, an' then stand still until the next one came.
"At last came a long--O, so long pause.
"'They've got thar,' said Bill Pennington, cranin' forward his head ter ketch the fust sound.

'He's seed 'em, an' is tryin' ter git 'way.

But he kin never do hit.

I know the men I sent ter do the job.' "Two rifle shots sounded a'most together, an' then immediately arter wuz a couple o' boastful Injun-like yells.
"'Thar, Deb, heah thet?
Ye'r a widder now.