They passed you lying on the snow.

They brought you home." "Who is your father ?" The boy stiffened and his color rose.
"My father is Jim Boone." Instinctively, while he stared, the right hand of Pierre le Rouge crept toward his hip.
"Keep your hand steady," said the boy.

"I got a nervous trigger-finger.

Yeh, dad is pretty well known." "You're his son ?" "I'm Jack Boone." "But I've heard--tell me, why am I under guard ?" Jack was instantly aflame with the old anger.
"Not because I want you here." "Who does ?" "Dad." "Put away your pop-gun and talk sense.

I won't try to get away until Jim Boone comes.