"Ryan has lots of wealth."
"We ate some once, and he's got monotonous."
"How about his son, the millionaire?"
"My wolves would shorely enjoy a millionaire, but—shucks! We'll never get so much as a smell at him."
"Cayn't you suggest some plan for checking Ryan?"
"I'll think that over. I cal'late to spend some weeks in Grave City."
"Two thousand dollars dead or alive! Why, lad, you're crazy."
"When I'm disguised you'll never know it's me."
"Disguised? As how?"
"As a woman perhaps, or maybe as a man. I dunno yet."