I want her as far away from here as possible.
There's going to be some hell in this camp.

Now, hike, and get yourself ready." "All right! But I ain't the safest kind of a chaperon for a good-looking girl." Stark laid a cold hand on Runnion's shoulder, close up to his neck.
"Get that out of your mind.

She belongs to me." "You said just now--" "Never mind what I said.

She's mine, and you've got to promise to be straight with her.

I've trusted you before, and if you're not on the level now, say so.