The Halfbreed was inimitably cool, his face was a perfect mask.
In fact, we ducked for shelter, all but the Halfbreed, who stood straight and still.
He rushed in and came out again, dragging the Halfbreed at arm's length.
The Halfbreed offered to retire from the game, but Marks would not hear of it.
Sweat stood on Marks's forehead, though the Halfbreed was utterly calm.
For the Halfbreed had thrown down a royal flush in diamonds.
"Seems to me everything's healing up but that hand," said the Halfbreed.
He suffered intense pain, so that Jim or the Halfbreed had to be ever by him.
I saw the Halfbreed's hand go out as if to clutch the rifle.
The Halfbreed had crawled ahead a mile or so, and he came back to where we lay.