"Oh, stop preachin'-- an' shoot--an' be damned ter ye!" "You do me a grave injustice, Murphy.

In the first place, I do not possess the nature of an Indian, and am not out for revenge.

Your slashing at me down in Glencaid has n't left so much as a sting behind.
It's completely blotted out, forgotten.

I haven't the slightest desire to kill you, man; but I do want to clear my name of the stain of that crime.

I want you to tell the whole truth about that night's work at Bethune; and when you have done so, you can go.