g to shake.

"Yes, I'm that with every one. I'd like to be friends with you."

"I don't want you. And I'm giving you notice--you won't last long at
White Slides."

"Neither will you!"

Belllounds turned dead white, not apparently from fury or fear, but from
a shock that had its birth within the deep, mysterious, emotional
reachings of his mind. He was utterly astounded, as if confronting a
vague, terrible premonition of the future. Wade's swift words, like the
ring of bells, had not been menacing, but prophetic.

"Young fellar, you need to be talked to, so if you've got any sense at
all it'll get a wedge in your brain," went on Wade. "I'm a stranger
here. But I happen to be a man who sees through things, an' I see how
your dad handles you wrong. You don't know who I am an' you don't care.
But if you'll listen you'll learn what might help you.... No boy can
answer to all his wild impulses without ruinin' himself. It's not
natural. There are other people--people who have wills an' desires, same
as you have. You've got to live with people. Here's your dad an' Miss
Columbine, an' the cowboys, an' me, an' all the ranchers, so down to
Kremmlin' an' other places. These are the people you've got to live
with. You can't go on as you've begun, without ruinin' yourself an' your
dad an' the--the girl.... It's never too late to begin to be better. I
know that. But it gets too late, sometimes, to save the happiness of
others. Now I see where you're headin' as clear as if I had pictures of
the future. I've got a gift that way.... An', Belllounds, you'll not
last. Unless you begin to control your temper, to forget yourself, to
kill your wild impulses, to be kind, to learn what love is--you'll never
last!... In the very nature of things, one comin' after another like
your fights with Moore, an' your scarin' of Pronto, an' your drinkin'
at Kremmlin', an' just now your r'arin' at me--it's in the very nature
of life that goin' on so you'll sooner or later meet with hell! You've
got to change, Belllounds. No half-way, spoiled-boy changin', but the
straight right-about-face of a man!... It means you must see you're no
good an' have a change of heart. Men have revolutions like that. I was
no good. I did worse than you'll ever do, because you're not big enough
to be really bad, an' yet I've turned out worth livin'.... There, I'm
through, an' I'm offerin' to be your friend an' to help you."

Belllounds stood with arms spread outside the d