He cursed horribly....

"You spoiled brat of a rich rancher! Why'n hell didn't you tell me thet varmint-hunter was Wade." "I did tell you," shouted Belllounds, flaming of face.
"You're a liar! You never said Wade--W-a-d-e, right out, so I'd hear it.
An' I'd never passed by Hell-Bent Wade." "Aw, that name made me tired," replied Belllounds, contemptuously.
"Haw! Haw! Haw!" bawled the rustler.

"Made you tired, hey?
Think you're funny?
Wal, if you knowed how many men thet name's made tired--an' tired fer keeps--you'd not think it so damn funny." "Say, what're you giving me?
That Sheriff Burley tried to tell me and dad a lot of rot about this Wade.

Why, he's only a little, bow-legged, big-nosed meddler--a man with a woman's voice--a sneaking cook and camp-doctor and cow-milker, and God only knows what else." "Boy, you're correct.

God only knows what else!...