“Who knows; fer I thought he’d given up tryin’ long ago.”
“He didn’t, though, if he’s here.”
“No, he didn’t; but there can’t be any more of ’em out.”
“You bet ther ain’t, and they won’t be no more; so we’ve got it our way, sure.”
“We has, ef our two pards come back all right.”
“They’ll git here, fer gold will fetch ’em, you bet.”
“Then we’ll be rich for our nat’ral lives.”
“We will; and hev something ter leave after death.
“We played to win, and we got ther game; only I don’t like this nigger gettin’ out.”