Long ago in a moment of playfulness, Betty had scratched her name on the hunter's rifle.
Ever after that Wetzel called his fatal weapon by her name.
"If you were going simply to avenge I would not let you go.

That wretch will get his just due some day, never fear for that." "Betty, 'taint likely he'll get away from me, and if he does there's Jonathan.

This mornin' when we trailed Miller down to the river bank Jonathan points across the river and says: 'You or me,' and I says: 'Me,' so it's all settled." "Will Mr.Clarke live ?" said Betty, in an altered tone, asking the question which was uppermost in her mind.
"I think so, I hope so.

He's a husky young chap and the cut wasn't bad.

He lost so much blood.