"I think you're clever, and that you've got plenty of horse-sense, as they say in the West, but you'll be beaten in the end.

How does it feel"-- she asked it with provoking candour--"to be the boss of big things ?" "I know I'm always settling troubles my business foes make for me.

I have to settle one of them now, and I'm glad I've met you, for you can help me.

I want some new river-rules made.

If Belloc and Grier'll agree to them, we'll do away with this constant trouble between our gangs." "And you'd like me to help you ?" He smiled a big riverman's smile down at her, full of good-humour and audacity.
"If you could make it clear to Fabian that all I'm after is peace on the river, it'd do a lot of good." "Well, do you know," she said demurely, "I don't think I'll take a hand in this game, chiefly because--" she paused.
"Yes: chiefly because--" "Because you'll get your own way without help.