He's the dregs, is Marchand." "I guess he's a shyster by nature, that fellow," interposed Jowett.

"He was boilin' hot when he was fifteen.

He spoiled a girl I knew when he was twenty-two, not fourteen she was--Lil Sarnia; and he got her away before--well, he got her away East; and she's in a dive in Winnipeg now.

As nice a girl--as nice a little girl she was, and could ride any broncho that ever bucked.

What she saw in him--but there, she was only a child, just the mind of a child she had, and didn't understand.