Well, Jack, I reckon we cayn't take Dinsmore in to be hanged.
We cayn't let him go back there and take our medicine for us.
We went over every inch of the Cay and theres not a living soul on it.
To the end of the world, and over the edge—I cayn't help that.
I cayn't oppress Jim in them things—I'd get so tame and weak he'd sit on my haid!
Mebbe the women-folks will feel ...