"I'll talk, and you listen.

In my judgment you are a miserable sneaking cur, and I am going to trust you just so far as I can watch you.

I suppose I ought to shoot you where you are, and have done with it.

You killed one of the best men who ever lived, a friend of mine, Sam Wasson--" "Who ?" "Sam Wasson, a government scout." Hughes dropped his face into his hands.
"Good Lord! I knew him!" The Sergeant drew a deep breath, and into his face there came a look almost of sympathy.
"Then you begin to realize the sort of fool you are," he went on soberly.

"They don't make better men out here; his little finger was worth more than your whole body.