At first, after I had got to know him, he would give me now and then a letter to read, but as the tone became more and more anxious he ceased to let me read them, and I was glad enough of this.

How he could read those letters and go the pace of the Noble Seven I could not see.

Poor Bruce! He had good impulses, a generous heart, but the "Permit" nights and the hunts and the "roundups" and the poker and all the wild excesses of the Company were more than he could stand.
Then there were the two Hill brothers, the younger, Bertie, a fair-haired, bright-faced youngster, none too able to look after himself, but much inclined to follies of all degrees and sorts.

But he was warm-hearted and devoted to his big brother, Humphrey, called "Hump," who had taken to ranching mainly with the idea of looking after his younger brother.

And no easy matter that was, for every one liked the lad and in consequence helped him down.
In addition to these there were two others of the original seven, but by force of circumstances they were prevented from any more than a nominal connection with the Company.