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The lover glanced about to make sure they were alone "Well, ye see,

Pete, maybe I 'hts with sos o' thet sort,

while, so fur as I kin larn, thet blame chump of a McNeil hes been

fillin' her up scandalous with Injuns, until she 's pluas along 'bout somethin' like

thet, fer it's no fool job ter entertain a fe colt And now, I reckon as how it's got ter be Injuns"

"Whut's got ter be Injuns?"

"Why thet outfit whut runs off with her, of course I reckon you

fellers will stand in all right ter help pullPete nodded

"Well, Pete, this is 'bout whut's got ter be done, es near es I kin

figger it out You pick out ood fellers, who kin

keep their mouths shet, an'any of the boys fixed up proper in thet sorter

outfit--anyhow, she'd be too durned skeered Then you lay fer her, say

'bout next Wednesday, out in them Carter woods, when she 's co by accident 'bout the

head o' the gulch, an' juazed at his companion with eyes expressive of adot a cocoanut on ye, Jack! Lord, but thet