"I've not forgotten when I was a boy." "Neither hev I.Wal, I'll be goin', Wade.

I reckon Columbine will be up to call on you.

Bein' the only woman-folk in my house, she sort of runs it.

An' she's sure interested in thet pack of hounds." Belllounds trudged away, his fine old head erect, his gray hair shining in the sun.
Wade sat down upon the step of his cabin, pondering over the rancher's remarks about his son.

Recalling the young man's physiognomy, Wade began to feel that it was familiar to him.