But he had invaded Rann's home.
Had he killed them he would have had but little more excuse than a house-breaker or a suspicious husband might have had.

Tete Jaune would not countenance cold-blooded shooting, even of criminals.

He should have taken old Donald's advice and waited until they were in the mountains.

An unpleasant chill ran through him as he thought of the narrowness of his double escape.
To his surprise, John Aldous found MacDonald awake when he arrived at the camp in the thickly timbered coulee.

He was preparing a midnight cup of coffee over a fire that was burning cheerfully between two big rocks.
Purposely Aldous stepped out into the full illumination of it.