Make a clean breast of the whole damn bizness, if you want me to treat you white.

You must have been locoed or drunk, to double-cross me thet way.

Come on, out with it." "I've nothing to say," replied Moore.
"You act amazin' strange fer a cowboy I've knowed to lean toward fightin' at the drop of a hat.

I tell you, speak out an' I'll do right by you....

I ain't forgettin' thet White Slides gave you a hard knock.
An' I was young once an' had hot blood." The old rancher's wrathful pathos stirred the cowboy to a straining-point of his unnatural, almost haughty composure.