"I been forgettin' something." Buck Daniels turned and found his companion strangely changed.

There was a set expression of coldness about his face, and a chill glitter in his eyes.
"I got to wait here for something." "What's that ?" "They's a man in town that may want to see me." "Mac Strann! I've heard about him.

Dan, are you goin' to let Joe Cumberland die because you want to stay here and fight it out with a dirty cutthroat ?" "I don't want to fight," protested Barry.

"No, there ain't nothin' I like less than fightin'!" Buck Daniels cursed softly and continuously to himself.
"Dan," he said, "can you sit there and lie like that to me?
Ain't I seen you in action?
Don't I remember the way you trailed Jim Silent?
Don't I remember how we all got down and prayed you to keep away from Jim?
Don't I remember how you threw everything to hell so's you could get your hands on Jim?
My God A'mighty, man, didn't I see your face when you had your fingers in Silent's throat ?" An expression of unutterable revulsion rippled over the face of Dan Barry.
"Stop!" he commanded softly, and raised his slender hand.

"Don't keep on talkin' about it.