I don't care if you are a squaw, I'll take you--" "Don't talk to me!" she cried, in disgust, her voice hot with anger and resentment.
But he continued, unheeding: "Now, cut out these airs and get down to cases.

I mean what I say.

I know you've been casting sheep's eyes at Burrell, but, Lord! he wouldn't have you, no matter how rich you get.
Of course, you acted careless in going off alone with him, but I don't mind what they're saying around camp, for I've made little slips like that myself, and we'd get along--" "I'll have you killed!" she hissed, through her clinched teeth, while her whole body vibrated with passion.

"I'll call Poleon and have him shoot you!" She pointed to the river-bank a hundred yards away, where the Canadian was busy assorting skins.
But he only laughed at her show of temper, and shrugged his shoulders as he answered her, roughly: "Understand me, I'm on the square.

So think it over, and don't go up in the air like a sky-rocket." She cried out at him to "Go--go--go!" and finally he took up his bundle, saying, as he stepped out slowly: "All right! But I'm coming back, and you'll have to listen to me.