Their dew-draggled bodies felt cold and limp and the wire had bitten deep into the swollen flesh.

Two, however, feebly crawled away and he carried another to the mouth of a burrow, after which he wiped the dew and blood from his hands, while his lips set in a firm line.

He hoped he was not a sentimentalist, and admitted that man must kill to eat; moreover he had used the rifle in the Northern wilds.

Once a hungry cinnamon bear had raided the camp, and he remembered a certain big bull moose.

That was clean sport, for a man who faced such antagonists must shoot quick and straight, but this torturing of small defenseless creatures revolted him.