"Oh! no-no-no, I ain't scart at all—not at all; I only want you to tell a feller all about it. You might do that, I think."
"Wal, see hyer then. I seed four or five Shawnees skulking out yonder near the wood, tryin' to draw bead on me, and I had to do some tall dodging to hender them. You'll have to hop around rather agile, but I guess you can steer clear. Ef you git hit, holler and I'll haul you in and let you die inside."
"Oh, thunder! hold on. Dingle, don't go and leave a feller this way. I don't think it's the fair shake at all."
"What in blazes do you want?" demanded the ranger, again indignantly facing him.
"Why, I was a-going to say—just to kind of make the observation, you know—that—perhaps—I would think—that is—I would like to know if you wouldn't just as lief stay out here a while?"
"What for?"
"Oh, just for company. I'll do the same favor for you some of these times."
"I never want anybody out hyer when I'm standin' watch."
"Won't you stay. Dingle?"
"No."