Kennedy made use of the fellow, ordering him about almost brutally, and Kirby obeyed the commands without an answering protest.
To all appearances he was as eager as we in the preparations for defense.

But I could not command him; to even address the fellow would have been torture, for even then I was without faith, without confidence.

The very sneaking, cowardly way in which he acted, did not appeal to me as natural.

I could not deny his story--those approaching Indians alone were proof that he fled from a real danger; and yet--and yet, to my mind he could not represent anything but treachery.

I possessed but one desire--to kick the cringing cur.
I stood at a loophole watching the approaching savages.