"This is whar Taos Bill war sculped, ain't it?"
"They killed 'im but didn't git his ha'r."
"How'd it happen?"
"Owl screeched an' a wolf howled. Bill snuk off ter find out about it."
"Arrer pizened?"
"Yes; usually air."
"Whar ye goin'?"
"Ter th' crick fer water."
"I'm goin' ter see th' capting. Good night."
"Good night; wish it war good mornin', Zeb."