He wanted to kill.

He meant to kill.

If your father had made the least move Steele would have shot him.

He's a cold-nerved devil--the born gunman.
My God, any instant I expected to see your father fall dead at my feet!" "Oh, George! The--the unspeakable ruffian!" cried Diane, passionately.
"You see, Diane, this fellow Steele has failed here in Linrock.

He's been here weeks and done nothing.