Oscar, that coffee scalded me.

Claiborne, if only I had time, you know, but under existing circumstances--" "I repeat that I'm going with you.

I don't know why I'm in this row, and I don't know what it's all about, but I believe what you say about it; and I want you to understand that I can't be put in a bag like a prize potato without taking a whack at the man who put me there." "But if you should get hurt, Claiborne, it would spoil my plans.

I never could face your family again," said Armitage earnestly.

"Take your horse and go." "I'm going back to the valley when you do." "Humph! Drink your coffee! Oscar, bring out the rest of the artillery and give Captain Claiborne his choice." He picked up his sword again, flung the blade from the scabbard with a swish, and cut the air with it, humming a few bars of a German drinking-song.