I like Jess Wingate as well as any man I ever knew, but Jess Wingate's not the man.

What shall we do ?" He turned to Hall, but Hall shook his head; to Kelsey, but Kelsey only laughed.
"I could get a dozen wagons through, maybe," said he.

"Here's two hundred.

Woodhull's the man, but Woodhull's gone--lost, I reckon, or maybe killed and lying out somewhere on these prairies.

You take it, Cale." Price considered for a time.
"No," said he at length.