There might be an army thousands strong concealed a day's journey from the manors, and never a word would be heard of it." "But they tell me the Indians are changed nowadays," I put in.

"They say they've settled down to peaceful ways like any Christian." "Put your head into a catamount's mouth, if you please," he said grimly, "but never trust an Indian.

The only good kind is the dead kind.

I tell you we're living on the edge of hell.

It may come this year or next year or five years hence, but come it will.