"It's a toss-up, Barney," Frank finally observed.
"Thot's pwhat it is, an' th' woay our luck is runnin' Oi think it's a case av heads they win an' tails we lose."
"It looks that way," admitted Frank. "But there is no way out of it. We'll have to grin and bear it."
"Pwhat do yez think av thot Muriel?"
"He's an enigma."
"Worse than thot, me b'y—he's a cat's cradle toied in a hundred an' sivintane knots."
"It is impossible to tell whether he is friendly or whether he is the worst foe we have in these mountains."
"Oi wonder how Kate Kenyon knew where to foind him so quick?"
"I have thought of that. She must have found him in a very short time after we were taken from the cabin."
"An' she diskivered thot we hed been taken away moighty soon afther we wur gone, me b'y. Thot is sure."