He ceased to imprecate only when, by repetition, his oaths became too inexpressive to be worth while.
Mose's heart was boyishly tender for any animal, and to see the gentle creatures mangled, writhing and tumbling, uttering most piteous cries, touched him so deeply that he wept.

He had no inclination to swear until afterward, when the full knowledge that it was a trick and not an accident came to him.

He started at once for the camp to carry the black news.
Delmar did not swear when Mose told him what had happened.

He saddled his horse, and, buckling his revolvers about him said, "Come on, youngster; I'm going over to see about this." Mose felt the blood of his heart thicken and grow cold.

There was a deadly resolution in Delmar's deliberate action.