It happened that Levi was there and that the talk was of Blueskin.
You're the thief—Levi West—you come here and stole my daddy from me ye did.
Levi's companion dropped to the sand without a sound, like a bundle of rags.
You're afeared to go to law—Levi West—you try th' law—and see how ye like it.
They stood for a while talking together, Levi pointing now and then toward the mill.
Levi had taken off his coat and waistcoat and was fanning himself with his hat.
Not a word was said until Levi had ended his meal and filled his pipe.
It was Levi West, and he carried an empty meal bag over his arm.
This news was written to me by Levi, who had the command of that guard committed to him by me.
Then Levi's stern countenance relaxed with a still broader grin.