"Fancied I was some kind of a beast, didn't I--some kind of wolf?
I have that notion sometimes and I can't get it out of my head.

It's curious just the same." They went up to Vandover's room.

Vandover lit the gas, but he could hardly keep back an exclamation as the glare suddenly struck young Haight's face.

What in heaven's name was the matter with his old-time chum?
He seemed to be blighted, shattered, struck down by some terrible, overwhelming calamity.

A dreadful anguish looked through his eyes.