“Nothin' maybe to resemble it in Austria,” said the Virginian.
“That's so,” said McLean. “That's so, you bet! Nothin' just like Hank over there, neither.”
“Well, flesh is mostly flesh in all lands, I reckon,” said the Virginian. “I expect yu' can be drunk and disorderly in every language. But an Austrian Hank would be liable to respect her crucifix.”
“That's so!”
“He ain't made her quit it yet?”
“Not him. But he's got meaner.”
“Drunk this mawnin', yu' say?”
“That's his most harmless condition now.”
“Nobody's in camp but them two? Her and him alone?”
“Oh, he dassent touch her.”