The tone of his voice had undergone a change.

A different man had spoken.

Where, in addressing Jane, he had been mild and gentle, now, with his first speech to Tull, he was dry, cool, biting.

"I've lest stumbled onto a queer deal.

Seven Mormons all packin' guns, an' a Gentile tied with a rope, an' a woman who swears by his honesty! Queer, ain't that ?" "Queer or not, it's none of your business," retorted Tull.
"Where I was raised a woman's word was law.