Miss Allen could just make out his form distinctly; his face was quite hidden, except that she could see the shine of his eyes.
"Now, Miss Allen," he protested with soft apology "You musta known what to expect when you moved out amongst us rough characters.

You know I can make any promises about being mild with the men that try to get the best of us.

If you've got friends--brothers--anybody here that you think a lot of Miss Allen, I advise you to send 'em outa the country, before trouble breaks loose; because when she starts she'll start a-popping.
I know I can't answer for my self, what I'm liable to do if they bother me; and I'm about the mildest one in the bunch.

What the rest of the boys would do--Irish Mallory for instance--I hate to think, Miss Allen.
I--hate--to--think!" Afterwards, when he thought it all over dispassionately, Andy wondered why he had talked to Miss Allen like that.

He had not done it deliberately, just to frighten her--yet he had frightened her to a certain extent.