She isn't that sort.

She looked like a Madonna--with the heart of her clean gone.

I never saw anything so white an' so beautiful.
You call me a fool if you want to--I'm goin' on to Bill's!" He strode ahead, chivalry in his young and palpitating heart.

Quickly the older man was at his side, clutching his arm.
"Come along, you cotton-head!" he cried.

"You ain't old enough or big enough in this camp to mix in with Bill.