And look at you.

You weigh--heaven knows what! No fat, but all muscle from your head to your feet.

You're the strongest man that I've ever seen.

Take me, I'm not a coward; but you, Bull, you don't know what fear means.

Well, there you are, without fear, and stronger than three strong men.
You're pretty fast with a gun, and you shoot straight as a hawk looks.
And still, if we stood face to face and went for our guns, I'd live; and you with your muscle would be dead, Bull." "I know," Bull nodded.
"That's what this gun means," cried Pete.