Theodore Seixas Solomons

“ His boots off, but otherwise fully dressed, a light blanket partly covering him, Ticely lay sprawled beside the embers of a small fire, his head pillowed on his saddle. Waring crawled free of the brush, raised himself upon his knees, drew his gun from his hip, and with his left hand flicked a pebble at his partner's head. Ticely rubbed his ear and muttered. A second pebble brought him awake and alarmed. He flung out his arm toward his gun, which lay in its holster and belt, within his reach. But, as he turned, his eyes met those of Waring. ”

“ How about yourself—in your own eyes? Running from men who are nearly as bad as yourself; putting your back to them; skulking away in the night. Mebbe I'm wrong about that, but the man you've been to me can't do it! I got no right to let you. And, damn me, I won't!”
Thoroughly alarmed now, Ticely, pondering this singular speech, became conscious that he was confronting a man with a great pride of physical courage. There was Waring's weakness! And the salesman in Ticely reached out for it. ”

“ They'll have you plainly guilty of a dirty swindle—proved by your own flight at night over the hills. They won't admit that they were going to get you themselves. And your running away will damn you forever in the eyes of the world. ”