A revolver is of no possible use to a man who hasn't any killing to do.

I'm trying to learn to be a civil engineer, not a man-killer." "Then I believe that Bad Pete will 'get' you one of these days," sighed Hazelton.
"Wait until he does," smiled Tom.

"Then you can have the fun of coming around and saying 'I told you so.'" Their chainmen were ahead of the "cub" engineers on the trail.
Tom and Harry were talking earnestly when they heard a pony's hoofs behind them.

Hazelton turned with a start.
"Oh, it's Rutter mounted," Hazelton said, with a sigh of relief.
"I was afraid it was Bad Pete." "Take my word for it, Harry.

Peter is a good deal of a coward.
He won't dare to show up until he has some real cartridges.
The temperance kind do not give a man like Peter any real sense of security in the world." Rutter rode along on his sure-footed mountain pony at a rapid jog.