Is there anybody else you'd like specially to have killed ?" "No thank you, Sergeant.

I don't hate any of the others, and I suppose they'd have dropped the chase long ago if it hadn't been for this fellow whom you call Slade.

Now, I think I'll lie quiet, while you watch." "Very good, sir.

I'll tell you everything I can see.

They're passing over the hill out of sight, and if they return I won't fail to let you know." Sergeant Whitley, a man of vast physical powers, hardened by the long service of forest and plain, was not weary at all, and, in the dusk, he looked down with sympathy and pity at the lad who had closed his eyes.
He divined the nature of the ordeal through which he had gone.