He's a self-starter.

He's a peppermist.

He's a regular guy.

It wasn't only the way he smashed those thugs--taken by surprise and all--but that he had judgment enough not to shoot when there was no need for it; that's what gets me! And then he went and spoiled it all." "How ?" "Hiking on up to the ranch with the Major, without even waking you up.
Why, if it was me, do you s'pose I'd leave another man--no matter how old and safe he was--to tell such a story as that his own way and hog all the credit for himself?
That Las Uvas push is a four-flush--he needn't stir a peg for them.

No, sir! I'd have stayed right there till you got ready to come--and every time I'd narrate that tale about the scrap it would get scarier and scarier." "I know, without telling, what my Chris does is the brave thing, the best thing," said the girl, with softly shining eyes.