"You ought to humor him.

He'll not be here always." Belllounds answered to that suggestion with a shadowing of eyes and look of realization, affection, remorse.

Feelings seemed to have a quick rise and play in him, but were not lasting.

Wade casually studied him, weighing his impressions, holding them in abeyance for a sum of judgment.
"Belllounds, has anybody told you about Wils Moore bein' bad hurt ?" abruptly asked the hunter.
"He is, is he ?" replied Jack, and to his voice and face came sudden change.

"How bad ?" "I reckon he'll be a cripple for life," answered Wade, seriously, and now he stopped in his work to peer at Belllounds.