“Where is he?”
“Up ther cañon thar. We’ll show yer.”
“Look here, Deadshot Dean went East weeks ago, and you cannot play any bluff game on me.”
“I tells yer ther truth.”
“You couldn’t tell the truth, either one of you, except by accident. No, I am going to Pocket City, and you go with me. I caught you breaking into the cabin of an absent miner, and I shall so report to the miners and give you up to them.”
“They’ll hang us.”
“That is your misfortune, not my fault.”
“And we so innercent,” whined one.
“See here, Buffalo Bill, we don’t want ter hand in our chips no more than you does, so if yer plays quits with us we’ll divvy.”
“What will you divide?”