You earned every cent of it." "If you ever speak of it again or force it on me I'll take it home and throw it into the lake." He went after Betsy and slowly drove to Medicine Woods.

Belshazzar, on the seat beside him, recognized a silent, disappointed master and whimpered as he rubbed the Harvester's shoulder to attract his attention.
"This is tough luck, old boy," said the Harvester.

"I had such hopes and I worked so hard.

I suffered in the flesh for every hour of it, and I failed.

Oh but I hate the word! If I knew where she is right now, Bel, I'd give anything I've got.