He was warned in time, however, and it was his own fault that he received no more than a jug of vinegar, two loaves of bread and a pound of honey as the result of his expectations.

It was the first time that a "pound" party had proven a losing enterprise.
Anderson Crow maintained a relentless search for the desperadoes.

He refused to accept Wicker Bonner's theory that they were safe in the city of New York.

It was his own opinion that they were still in the neighbourhood, waiting for a chance to exhume the body of Davy's mother and make off with it.
"Don't try to tell me, Mr.Bonner, that even a raskil like him hasn't any love fer his mother," he contended.

"Davy may not be much of a model, but he had a feelin' fer the woman who bore him, an' don't you fergit it." "Why, Daddy Crow, he was the most heartless brute in the world!" cried Rosalie.