Theodore Goodridge Roberts,
Moosemeadows — Chapter 15
(1924)
“ Looks as if he'd been yanked back and out, just in the nick of time—the oil ready poured and the burning bark in his hand. There's no mistaking his touch, the old sinner! A coward even when insane and delirious—trying to burn humans and cattle in their sleep! By God, I prefer the kind of murderer who has courage to pull a trigger! ”
