"We are going a thousand miles through deserts and savages.

You men suppose that women have no courage.

I call this heroism." "Certainly," nodded the young fellow, not thinking of her at all, unless it was that she was next door to an idiot.
Although his mind was so full of Clara that it did not seem as if he could receive an impression from any other human being, his attention was for a moment arrested by a countenance which struck him as being more ferocious than he had ever seen before except on the shoulders of an Apache.

A tall man in Mexican costume, with a scar on his chin and another on his cheek, was glaring at him with two intensely black and savage eyes.

It was Texas Smith, taking the measure of Thurstane's fighting power and disposition.