"There doesn't seem to be a man on the ranch with spirit enough to stop them from digging up the whole--" "I guess that'll be about enough," Jack interrupted her, coldly.

"Why didn't you say that to Good Indian ?" "I told you not to call him that.

I don't see why everybody is so mean to-day.

There isn't a person--" When Jack laughed, he shut his eyes until he looked through narrow slits under heavy lashes, and showed some very nice teeth, and two deep dimples besides the one which always stood in his chin.

He laughed then, for the first time that day, and if Evadna had been in a less vixenish temper she would have laughed with him just as everyone else always did.
But instead of that, she began to cry again, which made Jack feel very much a brute.
"Oh, come on and be good," he urged remorsefully.