The voice was that of his brother, but suddenly changed with passion.

The two other partners instinctively drew back in alarm.
"I'll not leave it here for the first comer," said the Left Bower, calmly, "because we've been fools and he too.

It's too good a weapon for that." "Drop it, I say!" said the Right Bower, with a savage stride towards him.
The younger brother brought the rifle to a half charge with a white face but a steady eye.
"Stop where you are!" he said collectedly.

"Don't row with ME, because you haven't either the grit to stick to your ideas or the heart to confess them wrong.

We've followed your lead, and--here we are! The camp's broken up--the Old Man's gone--and we're going.