William MacLeod Raine

“ I think I always have been, even before I knew you."
"Even when you hated me?" he asked presently.
"Most of all, when I hated you," She laughed happily. "That was just another way of love."
"We'll have fifty years to find out all the different ways," the man promised. "Fifty years. Oh, Steve!" ”

“ Hilliard wagged his fat forefinger. "How about betraying our trust? How about throwing us down? We let you escape, after you had given us your word to do this job, didn't we?"
"Yes. I had to throw you down. There wasn't any other way."
"You tell a pretty fishy story, lieutenant. It doesn't stand to reason that one man did all the mischief on that Squaw Creek raid."
"It is true. Not a shadow of a doubt of it. I'll bring you three witnesses, if you'll agree to hold them guiltless."
"And I suppose I'm to agree to hold you guiltless of Faulkner's death, too?" the lawyer demanded. ”

“ The Texan looked at Arlie in blank amazement.
"This young lady says she was present, lieutenant, and knows who fired the shot that killed Faulkner."
The ranger saw only Arlie. His gaze was full of deep reproach. "You came down here to save me," he said, in the manner of one stating a fact.
"Why shouldn't I? Ought I to have let you suffer for me? Did you think I was so base?"
"You oughtn't to have done it. You have brought trouble on yourself." ”