They never clean their toe-nails, and blood poison generally sets in where they leave a scratch.

Go and set down." Lorraine did not know how much of his talk was truth, but she went and sat down by his saddle and began braiding her hair in two tight braids like a squaw.

If she did get a chance to run, she thought, she did not want her hair flying loose to catch on bushes and briars.

She had once fled through a brush patch in Griffith Park with her hair flowing loose, and she had not liked the experience, though it had looked very nice on the screen.
Before she had finished the braiding, Al came over to the saddle and untied his slicker roll and the grouse.
"Come on over to the fire," he said.

"I'll learn yuh a trick or two about camp cooking.