These bordermen were like Wetzel and Jonathan Zane.

The only good Indian was a dead Indian.
Years of war and bloodshed, of merciless cruelty at the hands of redmen, of the hard, border life had rendered these frontiersmen incapable of compassion for any savage.
Jim no longer restrained himself.
"Bordermen you may be, but from my standpoint, from any man's, from God's, you are a lot of coldly indifferent cowards!" exclaimed Jim, with white, quivering lips.

"I understand now.

Few of you will risk anything for Indians.

You will not believe a savage can be a Christian.