Her pale face was lowered, her hands clenched tightly in the folds of her skirt.
Never before had two such coarse, cruel fiends as Deering and Girty encumbered the earth.

Even on the border, where the best men were bad, they were the worst.

Deering was yet drunk, but Girty had recovered somewhat from the effects of the rum he had absorbed.

The former rolled his big eyes and nodded his shaggy head.

He was passing judgment, from his point of view, on the fine points of the girl.
"She cer'aintly is," he declared with a grin.