But what about this renegade?
this infernal scoundrel?
this hell-hound who had been trailing us to kill and destroy?
Should we turn him back now to his deserved fate?
or should we offer him the same chance for life we had?
He might fight; he might add one rifle to our defense; he might help us to hold out until rescuers came.

And then--then--after that--we could settle our score.
Tim's voice broke the silence.
"I reckon we ain't got much time," he said grimly.

"It's one thing, 'er the other.

I'm fer givin' the damn begger a chanst.

I can't turn no white man over ter Injuns--not me.