At length he broke out: "Doc, I size you up as a gent with brains.

I got one piece of advice for you: get the hell away from the Cumberland Ranch and never come back again!" The doctor flushed and his lean jaw thrust out.
"Although," he said, "I cannot pretend to be classed among those to whom physical fear is an unknown, yet I wish to assure you, sir, that with me physical trepidation is not an overruling motive." "Oh, hell!" groaned Buck Daniels.

Then he explained more gently: "I don't say you're yellow.

All I say is: this mess ain't one that you can straighten out--nor no other man can.

Give it up, wash your hands, and git back to Elkhead.