He had "sized" Calumet "up" in those first days and his judgment had been unerring, as it was now when Betty asked his opinion.
"He's beginnin' to use his brain box," he told her.

"He's been a little shy an' backward, not knowin' what to expect, an' makin' friend's bein' a little new to him.

But he's the goods at bottom, an' he's sighted a goal which he's thinkin' to make one of these days." "A goal ?" said she, puzzled.
"Aw, you female critters is deep ones," grinned Dade, "an' all smeared over with honey an' innocence.

You're the goal he's after.

An' I'm bettin' he'll get you." Her face reddened, and she looked at him plainly indignant.
"He is a brute," she said.
"Most all men is brutes if you scratch them deep enough," drawled Dade.
"The trouble with Calumet is that he's never had a chance to spread on the soft stuff.