"How glad I am that father isn't there, that he staid at Fort Aubray, for
when he comes along in a few weeks, he won't know anything about this
trouble till I tell him the whole story myself, and then it will be too
late for him to worry."

"Yes, I'm glad it's so, for it saams if I had a spalpeen of a son off wid
Lone Wolf, among the mountains, I'd feel as bad as if he'd gone in
swimming where the water was over his head. And then it will be so nice to
sit down and tell the ould gintleman about it, and have him lambaste ye
'cause you wasn't more respictful to Lone Wolf. All them things are
cheerful, and make the occasion very plisant. Begorrah, I should like to
know where that old redskin is, for Soot Simpson tells me that he is the
greatest redskin down in this part of the world. He's the spalpeen that
robbed a government train and made himself a big blanket out of the new
greenbaeks that he stole. Soot says that there isn't room on his
lodge-pole for half the scalps that he has taken. Bad luck to the
spalpeen, he will peel the topknot from the head of a lovely woman, or
swaat child, such as I used to be, as quick as he would from the crown of
a man of my size. He's an old riprobate, is the same, and Soot says he can
niver die resigned and at pace with all mankind till he shoots him."

"I'll be very glad to keep out of his way, if he'll keep out of mine. I
wonder why he didn't kill me when he had the chance, instead of keeping me
so long."

"I s'pose he meant to carry ye up where his little spalpeens live, and
turn ye over to them for their amusement."

"How could I amuse them?"