What do you suppose Fentress wants with him?
He offered me five thousand dollars if I'd bring him West; and he still wants him, only he's lying low now to see what comes of the two old sots--he don't want to move in the dark.

Offhand, Tom, I'd say that by getting hold of the boy Fentress expects to get hold of the Quintard land." "That's likely," said Ware, then struck by a sudden idea, he added, "Are you going to take all the risks and let him pocket the cash?
If it's the land he's after, the stake's big enough to divide." "He can have the whole thing and welcome, I'm playing for a bigger stake." His friend stared at him in astonishment.

"I tell you, Tom, I'm bent on getting even with the world! No silver spoon came in the way of my mouth when I was a youngster; my father was too honest--and I think the less of him for it!" Mr.Ware seemed on the whole edified by the captain's unorthodox point of view.
"My mother was the true grit though; she came of mountain stock, and taught us children to steal by the time we could think! Whatever we stole, she hid, and dared my father to touch us.

I remember the first thing of account was when I was ten years old.

A Dutch peddler came to our cabin one winter night and begged us to take him in.