They go right ter my heart." "You'd better shoot him," urged Aunt Debby.

"Hit's a si ter let an innocent critter suffer thet-a-way." Fortner raised his rifle, and sent a bullet through the mangled brute's brain.
Aunt Debby's eyes became fixed on a point where, a mile away down the mountain, a bend in the road was visible through an opening in the trees.
"Look out," she said, as the echoes of the shot died away, "thar comes a hull lot on 'em." They looked and saw plainly a large squad of cavalry, with a wagon behind.
"We must get outen heah, an' thet quick," said Fortner decisively.
He caught one of the horses and shortened a stirrup to make the saddle answer for a side-saddle.

"Heah, Aunt Debby, let me help ye up, honey.
Now Bolton and Edwards, I'll help ye on these ere other critters.

Now skeet out ez fast ez the hosse's legs will tote ye.

Don't spar 'em a mite.