"Let us sit there and talk," he said.
"Simon," he said immediately, "suppose it came to a fight, how many men do you think Gaviller could count on ?" The old man took the question as a matter of course.

"There is the policeman, the doctor and the parson," he said.

"The parson is best for praying.

There is the engineer and the captain of the steamboat; there is young Duncan Greer.
"In summer he is purser on the steamboat; in winter he is the miller.
That is six white men.

John Gaviller is no good yet.