“Hey, Demi, how’ll you trade jobs?”
“Nuttin’ doin’, ol’-timer! Dis suits me.”
Demijohn lolled on the high seat to show just how thoroughly it did suit him and how comfortable were the accommodations of the water wagon.
“I ain’t talkin’ through me hat, ol’ settler!”
“Me neider, Jack. Kinda doity in dat borry pit, ain’t she? Dat looks like doity doit to me.”
“You oughta know. You got half o’ Squawtooth on yer face. This here’s the same dirt.”
“Wot’ll youse gi’me to trade jobs?”
“What’ll I give you! Say, this is gonta be good!”
“Gi’me ten?”
“Ten swift kicks!”