"Looks 's if you're right, Ez, 'nuthin wrong with you but a couple'a bruises, but y'gave me a right scare there. Sorry 'bout the yellin', and ruinin' y'pretty shirt tearin' it off like that, guess my huntin' knife weren't delicate 'nough to cut it dainty-like, but I needed to check y'all weren't hurt bad... quit the belly-achin', your pants are still in two, okay mebbe three pieces, okay mebbe shredded a bit but better them shredded than you.

"Hell no, I didn't panic too much, y'got other shirts but as the boy's all tell ya, we ain't got and we don' wanta need another Standish."