I sent her.

I told her to tell Wils how you tried to force her--" Belllounds began to shake all over.

A torture of jealous hate and deadly terror convulsed him.
"Buster, did you ever think you'd get her kisses--as Wils's gettin' right now ?" queried the hunter.

"Good Lord! the conceit of some men!...
Why, you poor, weak-minded, cowardly pet of a blinded old man--you conceited ass--you selfish an' spoiled boy!...

Collie never had any use for you.