I shall then make as little bones of putting a bullet through your ribs as into those of the wild bullock of the hills.
_I_ am what I am: my hope is that _she_ may always be the pure creature which she now is, if it were only that she might pray for me." "She has mistaken me, Munro--" "Say no more, Guy.

She has not _much_ mistaken you, or I have.

Let us speak no more on this subject; you know my mind, and will be advised .-- Let us now be off.

The horses are in readiness, and waiting, and a good spur will bring us up with the game.

The youth, you say, has money about him, a gold watch, and--" The more savage ruffian grinned as he listened to these words.