’Now，CarverDoone，takewarning，’Isaidtohim，verysoberly；’youhaveshownyourselfafoolbyyourcontemptofme。Imaynotbeyourmatchincraft；butIaminmanhood。Youareadespicablevillain。Lielowinyournativemuck。’
Andwiththatword，Ilaidhimflatuponhisbackinourstraw-yard，byatrickoftheinnerheel，whichhecouldnothaveresistedthoughhisstrengthhadbeentwiceasgreatasmine，unlesshewereawrestler。
Seeinghimdowntheothersran，thoughoneofthemmadeashotatme，andsomeofthemgottheirhorses，beforeourmencameup；andsomewentawaywithoutthem。AndamongtheselastwasCaptainCarverwhoarose，whileI
wasfeelingmyselfforIhadalittlewound，andstrodeawaywithatrainofcursesenoughtopoisonthelightofthemoon。
Wegainedsixverygoodhorses，bythisattemptedrapine，aswellastwoyoungprisoners，whomIhadsmittenbytheclover-rick。AndtwodeadDooneswereleftbehind，whomasweburiedtheminthechurchyard，withoutanyserviceoverthem，IformypartwasmostthankfulthatIhadnotkilled。Fortohavethelifeofafellow-manlaiduponone’sconscience——deservedhehisdeath，ordeserveditnot——istomysenseofrightandwrongtheheaviestofallburdens；andtheonethatwearsmostdeeplyinwards，withthedwellingofthemindonthisviewandonthatofit。