When I last saw him he was running too quick for a sore hurt man.

When I fired I thought it was the other man--the one they were expecting." Dickson marvelled at himself, yet his speech was not bravado, but the honest expression of his mind.

He was keyed up to a mood in which he feared nothing very much, certainly not the laws of his country.

If he fell in with the Unknown, he was entirely resolved, if his Maker permitted him, to do murder as being the simplest and justest solution.
And if in the pursuit of this laudable intention he happened to wing lesser game it was no fault of his.
"Well, it's a pity ye didn't get him," said Dougal, "him being what we ken him to be....

I'm for holding a council o' war, and considerin' the whole position.