“Well, the boy you know now in a different light, for he is the chief of the outlaw band known as the Nighthawks.”
“And he is free to do my poor child harm! God grant that these dashing Texans take him.”
“Oh, the boy can take care of himself! You will soon receive a call from him in some disguise or other, for he is determined to marry your daughter.”
“Heaven forbid! Why should he persecute her thus?”
“Simply because she is rich. He wishes to give up this wild life, and seek safety in another land, where he can live off of her money, as you did off of his,” answered the man, in a sneering tone.
“Marry rich! why, man, all I have in the world is in this cabin and this ranch.”
“Ah!”
“What! Do you doubt me?”
“I know to the contrary.”