How often have I said there wasn't any good in me! My desire is to kill Indians, not preach to them, Jim.

I'm glad to see you; but I wish you hadn't come.

This wild frontier is no place for a preacher." "I think it is," said Jim, quietly.
"What of Rose--the girl you were to marry ?" Joe glanced quickly at his brother.

Jim's face paled slightly as he turned away.
"I'll speak once more of her, and then, never again," he answered.
"You knew Rose better than I did.

Once you tried to tell me she was too fond of admiration, and I rebuked you; but now I see that your wider experience of women had taught you things I could not then understand.