You're whipped, and by your own word it'd have been worse!" He himself handed Will Banion his coat.
"Go get a pail of water," he said to Kelsey, and the latter departed.
Banion stepped apart, battered and pale beneath his own wounds.
"I didn't want to fight him this way," said he.

"I left him his eyes so he can see me again.

If so he wants, I'll meet him any way.

I hope he won't rue back." "You fool!" said old Bill Jackson, drawing Banion to one side.

"Do ye know what ye're a-sayin'?
Whiles he was a-layin' thar I seen the bottoms o' his boots.