Jones would rope the devil, an' tie him down if the lasso didn't burn.

Oh! he's hell on ropin' things.

An' he's wusser 'n hell on men, an' hosses, an' dogs." All that my well-meaning friend suggested made me, of course, only the more eager to go with Jones.

Where I had once been interested in the old buffalo hunter, I was now fascinated.

And now I was with him in the desert and seeing him as he was, a simple, quiet man, who fitted the mountains and the silences, and the long reaches of distance.
"It does seem hard to believe--all this about Jones," remarked Judd, one of Emmett's men.
"How could a man have the strength and the nerve?
And isn't it cruel to keep wild animals in captivity?
it against God's word ?" Quick as speech could flow, Jones quoted: "And God said, 'Let us make man in our image, and give him dominion over the fish of the sea, the fowls of the air, over all the cattle, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth'!" "Dominion--over all the beasts of the field!" repeated Jones, his big voice rolling out.