I say, Dirk, what do you s'pose all that yarn means about to-morrow night?
An' I s'pose you feel it all the more, seein' the round-up's jest startin' out.
S' fur 's the pitcher goes, it's about as good 's kin be did with paint, I guess.
"I s'pose you know more'n your father and mother," suggested Wade.
"I s'pose I was a poor miserable creatur' to git out of it that way," said she.
Or s'pose he had it in mind to fill in that low land, so 't we could bury there!
What under the sun do you s'pose Dave and Jont find to talk about?
I s'pose they'd got to, some time, an' it might jest as well ha' been fust as last.
Do you s'pose she tumbled, or did she put her foot through it a-purpose?
Hangin''s too good for 'em, but le' me git my eye on 'em an' they shall swing for 't!