Then he took out his pipe.
"Now," he said, "you can go to sleep when you wish.

You're probably tired, and it's a long ride back to camp." "You seem to count upon my going back with you," Benson replied mockingly.
"Of course!" "Do you suppose it's likely, after I've ridden all this way ?" Blake laid down his pipe and leaned forward, where the firelight flickered on his face.
"Benson, you force me to take a strong line with you.

Think a moment.
You have land and stock worth a good deal of money which my partner believes can be saved from the rogue who's stealing it from you.

You are a young man, and if you pull yourself together and pay off his claims, you can sell out and look for another opening wherever you like; but you know what will happen if you go on as you are doing a year or two longer.

Have you no friends or relatives in England to whom you owe something?
Is your life worth nothing, that you're willing to throw it away ?" "Oh, that's all true," Benson admitted irritably.