The little marshal was all grit, nerve, faithfulness to duty, from his head to his heels.
"All I really saw of the fellow," he concluded, "was a hand and arm as they drove in the knife.

You can see there where it ripped me, and the unexpected blow of the man's body knocked me forward, and of course I fell on Slavin.

It may be I drove the point farther in when I came down, but that was an accident.

The fact is, Buck, I had every reason to wish Slavin to live.

I was just getting out of him some information I needed." Mason nodded, his eyes wandering from Hampton's expressive face to the crowd beginning to collect beneath the shade of a huge oak a hundred yards below.
"Never carry a knife, do ye ?" "No." "Thought not; always heard you fought with a gun.