That's not doin' best by the girl.

Come with me en' take chances on the rustlers." Lassiter's cool argument made Venters waver, not in determination to go, but in hope of success.
"Bess, I want you to know.

Lassiter says the trip's almost useless now.
I'm afraid he's right.

We've got about one chance in a hundred to go through.

Shall we take it?
Shall we go on ?" "We'll go on," replied Bess.
"That settles it, Lassiter." Lassiter spread wide his hands, as if to signify he could do no more, and his face clouded.
Venters felt a touch on his elbow.