"I did tell Columbine what I thought she knew--what I ought to have told long ago." "Ahuh! Well, I don't want to hear it.

But I'm going to search that wagon." "What!" ejaculated the cowboy, dropping his reins as if they stung him.
"You just hold on till I see what you've got in there," went on Belllounds, and he reached over into the wagon and pulled at a saddle.
"Say, do you mean anything ?...

This stuff's mine, every strap of it.
Take your hands off." Belllounds leaned on the wagon and looked up with insolent, dark intent.
"Moore, I wouldn't trust you.

I think you'd steal anything you got your hands on." Columbine uttered a passionate little cry of shame and protest.
"Jack, how dare you!" "You shut up! Go in the house!" he ordered.
"You insult me," she replied, in bitter humiliation.
"Will you go in ?" he shouted.
"No, I won't." "All right, look on, then.

I'd just as lief have you." Then he turned to the cowboy.