Stand whur you air. Git away from that bunk. Lemme see whut you’re a-doin’— (He turns back the cover and finds the pistol.) So that’s whut you’re up to, eh?
Sheriff
Whut is it, Plank?
Plank
She uz reachin’ fer a gun. I thought they uz sump’n funny when we come in. She seemed t’ be a-bendin’ over like she uz huntin’ sump’n—
Sheriff (taking the pistol)
So that’s it? (To Butch.) Didn’t have time t’ git hold of it, did you? ’S lucky we kicked the door open—
Elly
He didn’t do it.
Butch