Her beautiful brown eyes grew very deep and tender as he described his flight, his hunger, and his weariness.
When he ended, she drew a sigh of sympathetic relief, and Reynolds said: "Mm! you have no certain knowledge, I reckon, whether you killed your man or not ?" "I can't remember.

It was dark.

We fired a dozen shots.

I am afraid I hit; I am too handy with the revolver to miss." "Mm, so Delmar says.

Well, you're out of the State, and I have no belief they will take the trouble to look you up.