"I've never known one to let go, once he had man or beast by the throat! Silent and holdfast and deadly to anger--that's the Rands.

If Gideon wants tobacco and you want learning, there'll be a tussle!" "My father's a tyrant!" cried the boy passionately.

"If he doesn't keep his hands off me, I'll--I'll _kill_ him!" Gaudylock took the cigarro from his lips.

"You're too fond of that word," he exclaimed, with some sternness.

"All the wolves that the Rands ever hunted have somehow got into their blood.