He's got seventy men, he says--dare-devil gun-fighters from down south a piece which will do anything he tells 'em an' howl for more." Warden moistened his lips as he grinned his satisfaction.
"There's only one trail, Singleton--you are sure of that ?" "One trail--the Tom Long trail.

The devil himself couldn't find another through that country." Warden leaned back in his chair, laughing lowly.

Into his manner as he sat there came a confidence that had not been there before--bold, arrogant.

His laugh had a sinister quality in it; in his eyes was the light of greed.
And as he watched Singleton something else came into his eyes--something abysmal, causing them to narrow and glow with a bestial light.
"Singleton," he said, his voice thick and throaty; "when I stepped into Jim Lefingwell's boots the county board of education appointed me to succeed Lefingwell as school commissioner for Willets.

It strikes me that something ought to be done about the teacher punishing your boy.