"Pete would only come back, uglier than before, and he'd certainly shoot up some of our men." "You asked me, a moment ago, Mr.Thurston, what I could do," Tom broke in.

"Give me a little time, and I'll agree to rid the camp of Peter." "How ?" asked the chief abruptly.

"Not with any gun-play! Pete would be too quick for you at anything of that sort." "I don't carry a pistol, and don't wish to do so," Tom retorted.
"In my opinion only a coward carries a pistol." "Then you think Bad Pete is a coward, young man ?" returned the chief.
"If driven into a corner I'm pretty sure he'd turn out to be one, sir," Tom went on earnestly.

"A coward is a man who's afraid.
If a fellow isn't afraid of anything, then why does he have to carry firearms to protect himself ?" "I don't believe that would quite apply to Pete," Mr.Thurston went on.

"Pete doesn't carry a revolver because he's afraid of anything.