He gazed at Miki and the wolf-dog with troubled eyes.

Ten minutes later, in the little room which he had made his office, he was saying to a younger man: "I'd like to stop it, but I can't.

They wouldn't stand for it.

It would lose us half a season's catch of fur.

There's been a fight like this at Fort O' God for the last fifty years, and I don't suppose, after all, that it's any worse than one of the prize fights down there.