I had caused you and Tony a great deal of suffering, and I cannot bring myself to inflict actual suffering upon anyone without doing my best to alleviate it.
Then again, I had nothing against you personally.

We merely clashed in the course of--business." Mallow allowed himself to sink back upon the desk; he turned his dark goggles upon his friends in a blind stare of bewilderment.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he said, finally.
"Mallow thought _we_ had helped to spring him." It was McWade speaking.
"That's why he beat it up here and that's how we happened to put him to work." "I don't get you yet," the man in glasses muttered.

"I can't understand why--" "What's the odds why he done it ?" Stoner inquired, sharply.

"Any man that can squirt my eyes full of tobasco, and me with a six gun on him, is all right.

And him with a bottle of milk duly made and provided!" The field member of the firm slapped his thigh and laughed loudly.
"Then to forget the whole fracas and shake hands on it! That's handsome! Mr.Gray, I'm here to say there's a lot of boys going to lay off you like you was a cactus." The object of this commendation was pleased.