It inspired him with an unutterable fear.

That was what clamped his brow in a sweaty band and upreared his hair and rolled his eyeballs.
His magnified intelligence, almost ghastly, grasped a hope in Wade's apparent vacillation and in the utterance of the name of Columbine.
Intuition, a subtle sense, inspired him to beg in that name.
"Swear you'll give up Collie!" demanded Wade, brandishing his guns with bloody hands.
"Yes--yes! My God, I'll do anything!" moaned Belllounds.
"Swear you'll tell your father you'd had a change of heart.

You'll give Collie up!...

Let Moore have her!" "I swear!...

But if you tell dad--I stole his cattle--he'll do for me!" "We won't squeal that.