"So hyar you are again ?...

Wal, tell your worst, Hell-Bent Wade, an' let's have an end to your croakin'." Belllounds had fortified himself, not with convictions or with illusions, but with the last desperate courage of a man true to himself.
"I'll tell you...." began the hunter.
And the rancher threw up his hands in a mockery that was furious, yet with outward shrinking.
"Just now, when Buster Jack fought with Collie, he meant bad by her!" "Aw, no!...

He was jest rude--tryin' to be masterful....

An' the lass's like a wild filly.

She needs a tamin' down." Wade stretched forth a lean and quivering hand that seemed the symbol of presaged and tragic truth.
"Listen, Belllounds, an' I'll tell you....