He could follow them only with obscene invectives and horrible oaths.

Well he knew what had been done--that there had been a robbery in the "Hawk's Nest," and he not in to share the booty.
Growling like a savage dog, this wretch, in whom every instinct of humanity had long since died--this human beast, who looked on innocence and helplessness as a wolf looks upon a lamb--strode across the yard and entered the den.

Lying in one of the stalls upon the foul, damp straw he found Flora Bond.

Cruel beast that he was, even he felt himself held back as by an invisible hand, as he looked at the pure face of the insensible girl.

Rarely had his eyes rested on a countenance so full of innocence.