You will never deceive his vigilance.
Davis, I know it! It's all up; all up.

There's nothing for it, there's nothing to be done: all gone: life, honour, love.

Oh, my God, my God, why was I born ?' Another pause followed upon this outburst.
The captain put his hands to his brow.
'Another thing!' he broke out.

'Why did he tell you all this?
Seems like madness to me!' Herrick shook his head with gloomy iteration.

'You wouldn't understand if I were to tell you,' said he.
'I guess I can understand any blame' thing that you can tell me,' said the captain.
'Well, then, he's a fatalist,' said Herrick.
'What's that, a fatalist ?' said Davis.
'Oh, it's a fellow that believes a lot of things,' said Herrick, 'believes that his bullets go true; believes that all falls out as God chooses, do as you like to prevent it; and all that.' 'Why, I guess I believe right so myself,' said Davis.
'You do ?' said Herrick.
'You bet I do!' says Davis.
Herrick shrugged his shoulders.