With a heart in his great body as gentle as a girl's, Anton had taken pride in the killing.

In his prison days he sang songs to glorify it.

He had killed the white man from Chippewyan who had stolen his neighbor's wife! Not HIS wife, but his neighbor's! For Anton's creed was, "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you," and he had loved his neighbor with the great forest love of man for man.

His neighbor was weak, and Anton was strong with the strength of a bull, so that when the hour came, it was Anton who had measured out vengeance.

When Kent brought Anton in, the giant had laughed first at the littleness of his cell, then at the unsuspected strength of it, and after that he had laughed and sung great, roaring songs every day of the brief tenure of life that was given him.