As for Jim Duff--" "He's poison, and deadly poison at that," broke in Jeff.
"That's just what he is, pardner." "Yet I used to like Duff pretty well." "So did I," nodded Jeff.

"But that was when I thought he had some sand." "The fellow's a skulking coyote!" "A coyote is brave, compared with Jim Duff," contended Jeff Moore.
"Reade and Hazelton showed the real sand!" "I never thought tenderfeet could be as brave," glowed Moore.
"Jeff, I reckon Reade and Hazelton aren't real tenderfeet any more.
They've been west some time.

But, then, such fellows wouldn't be tenderfeet even if they lived in New Jersey all the time.

Courage belongs in some fellows, no matter where they work." "The fighting seems to be over," observed Jeff Moore.
"Then the friends of the two engineers must have found them," suggested Bodson.
"It doesn't sound like it over there.

The newcomers seem to be doing a lot of hunting in the gully." "Let's move in closer," proposed Rafe.
Crawling on their stomachs, the pair moved in closer.