text:  I ain't afraid of him. But I'll be sleeping with one eye open from now on. And if you let on you're suspicious, he'll sure try to kill you. Not me. He can do his killing on somebody else. You, uh, you'll be leaving in the morning, I suppose, huh? About dawn, I reckon. Soon as Gatliff hires a new skinner. Uh-huh. Well, uh, the bottle's yours, Toby. And, uh, good luck. Oh, I sure do thank you, Marshal.