You've tol' me dat you are gentleman.

Wal, I ain' nobody but trapper an' trader, but I don' spoil de name of no good girl, an' I don' quarrel in presence of lady, so mebbe, affer all, dere's mistak' somew'ere, an' I'm gentleman mese'f 'stead of you." "Why, you aren't really angry, Lieutenant ?" mocked Necia.

"It's only the joke of an ignorant half-breed girl whose sense of humor is all out of gear.

You mustn't quarrel over a SQUAW!" She taunted him like a baited badger, for this thing was getting beyond her control and the savage instincts of the wilderness were uppermost.
"You are quite right," he replied.

"I am very foolish, and the laugh is with you." His lips tried to frame a smile, but failed, and he added: "Your wit is not my kind, that is all.