Any hour he may be creeping up behind her! Any minute the awful revenge he swore to be taking may in some way fall on her, and I haven't even warned her father.

I can't stay here doing nothing another hour.

The five nights gone I've watched under her windows, but there's the whole of the day.
She's her own horse and little cart, and's free to be driving through the town and country as she pleases.

If any evil comes to her through Black Jack, it comes from her angel-like goodness to me.

Somewhere he's hiding! Somewhere he is waiting his chance! Somewhere he is reaching out for her! I tell you I cannot, I dare not be bearing it longer!" "Freckles, be quiet!" said McLean, his eyes humid and his voice quivering with the pity of it all.