How in thunder did he find out that we met last night?
Some onery, spying Piute of a servant, I reckon.

Well, I seem to be rounded up now, and Winnie's given me the branding-iron with her own white hand." He mopped the sweat from his face.
"I won't accept it! That's whatever! She says that if I'm a gentleman, I'll not try to see her again.

Glad I ain't a gentleman! Glad I'm a man--and I allow a man is a good deal bigger than a gentleman! I s'pose a gentleman would sit down and twiddle his fingers, and do nothing.
Well, I ain't built that way! Not on your life! I'm going to see her again, whether she wants to see me or not.

I'll see her, if I have to fight my way into that house! That's whatever!" He gave his breast a thump, as if he fancied he was striking at an enemy.

His face was red and his neck veins stood out like cords.