Of course he told you what had happened, and what he did for us," continued Clarence, with a smile.
He had already amused himself on the way with a fanciful conception of the exaggerated account Jim had given of his exploits.

But the bewildered girl shook her head.
"No, he didn't tell us ANYTHING." Clarence was really alarmed.

This unprecedented abstention of Hooker's was portentous.
"He didn't say anything but what I told you about law and order," she went on; "but that same night we heard a good deal of talking and shouting in the cabin and around it.

And the next day he was talking with father, and wanting to know how HE kept his land without trouble from outsiders." "And I said," broke in Hopkins, "that I guessed folks didn't bother a man with women folks around, and that I kalkilated that I wasn't quite as notorious for fightin' as he was." "And he said," also interrupted Mrs.Hopkins, "and quite in his nat'ral way, too,--gloomy like, you remember, Cyrus," appealingly to her husband,--"that that was his curse." The smile that flickered around Clarence's mouth faded, however, as he caught sight of Phoebe's pleading, interrogating eyes.

It was really too bad.