He rejoiced in an animal built for speed and endurance.
Moreover, the young man's glance was direct and calm.

This was a native who respected himself.
"Tole Grampierre, me," he said, offering his hand.
Ambrose grasped it.

"I'm Ambrose Doane," he said.
"I know," said the young breed.

"Las' night I go to the store.

The boys say Ambrose Doane, the free-trader, is camp' down the river.