If a fellow rode in there he would have to go straight on through; there wouldn't be a chance to turn back." "Ergo, a fellow shouldn't ride in," she retorted, with a composure positively wicked, considering my feelings.

"Though it does seem that a fellow rather enjoys going straight on through, regardless of anything; promises, for instance." That was the gauntlet I'd been hoping for.

From the minute I first saw her there it flashed upon me that she was astonished and indignant that night when she saw Frosty and me come charging through the pass, after me telling her I wouldn't do it any more.

It looked to me like I'd have to square myself, so I was glad enough of the chance.
"Sometimes a fellow has to do things regardless of--promises," I explained.

"Sometimes it's a matter of life and death.