But that hope is gone, if he reaches the Hills in safety.

But he cannot live--he shall not! I have sworn to kill him, and I will! The spirit of him who fell at Abilene cries up from a bloody grave for vengeance, and the cry shall be answered.

You have been kind to me Addie Neidic, and so has he to whom your heart is given.

I shall never forget it.

But our courses now lie apart--I follow yonder trail, while you go I know not where.