But so long as conditions are as they are, let us try to make the best of them.

Even if you don't like me, even if you resent my presence here, you can at least act more like a human being and less like a wild man.
Why," she continued, with a dry laugh, "just now you spoke of being a man, and this morning after you killed Lonesome you acted like a big, over-grown boy.

You had your arm hurt and refused to allow me to dress it.

Did you think I wanted to poison you ?" "What I thought this morning is my business," returned Calumet gruffly.
Betty's voice had been quietly conversational, but it had carried a subtle sting with its direct mockery, and Calumet felt again as he had felt the night before, like an unruly scholar being rebuked by his teacher.

Last night, though, the situation had been a novel one; now the thought that she was laughing at him, taunting him, filled him with rage.
"Mebbe you'll be interested in knowin' what I think right now," he said.