No man with righteous blood in his veins would play the spy and traitor as he had done.
"I could shoot him from here," whispered the Panther, who evidently was influenced in a similar way, "then reach our horses an' get away.

It might be a good deed, an' it might save our lives, Ned, but I'm not able to force myself to do it." "Nor I," said Ned.

"I can't shoot an enemy from ambush." Urrea and the other men at the fire, all of whom were in the dress of officers, were in a deep talk.

Ned inferred that the subject must be of much importance, since they sat awake, discussing it between midnight and morning.
"Look beyond the fire at the figures leanin' against the trees," whispered the Panther.
Ned looked and hot anger rose in his veins..