"I've heard, though, that Monseigneur is trying to stop the trouble.

But--" She paused.
"Yes--but ?" he asked.

"What were you going to say ?" "But there are many roughs in Manitou, and Felix Marchand makes friends with them.

I don't think the priests will be able to help much in the end, and if it is to be Manitou against Lebanon, you can't expect a great deal." "I never expect more than I get--generally less," he answered grimly; and he moved the gun about on his knees restlessly, fingering the lock and the trigger softly.
"I am sure Felix Marchand means you harm," she persisted.
"Personal harm ?" "Yes." He laughed sarcastically again.

"We are not in Bulgaria or Sicily," he rejoined, his jaw hardening; "and I can take care of myself.