Coley ruled as before, but his sphere of influence was limited, and the day arrived when it became the ambition of Coley's life to bring the ward and its denizens into subjection to his own over-lord, whom he was prepared to follow to the death.

But like any other work worth doing, this took days and weeks and months.
"Hello, Coley!" said Ranald, as his eyes fell upon his sometime ally and slave.

"If you are not too busy I would like you to go along with me." Coley looked around as if seeking escape.
"Come along," said Ranald, quietly, and Coley, knowing that anything but obedience was impossible, dropped his marking and followed Ranald out of the saloon.
"Well, Coley, I have had a great summer," began Ranald, "and I wish very much you could have been with me.

It would have built you up and made a man of you.

Just feel that," and he held out his arm, which Coley felt with admiring reverence.