“Are you a friend of mine?”
“Ain’t I a showin’ ye.”
“Take Billy home and take care of him until I return—will you do it?”
“Yes—but I don’t like this givin’ up a fight when I’ve won it.”
“And one thing more, Dan, old boy, before I let your hand go, you’ve got to promise me not to kill Steve Hoyle.”
“Who said I was goin’ to do it?”
“I say it.”
“He ain’t fit ter live.”
“Yes, but somehow God lets a lot of such trash cumber the earth. We’d better not try any more interference with his plans.”
Dan hesitated, struggling with deep passion, drew a handkerchief and blew his nose.