There was no sign of the gold anywhere, and not another stone in the quarry that answered to the boy's description.

Possessed with a stupid blundering fury against Dick, Rogers turned back towards the Piper.

He breathed horrible blasphemies as he ran, and struck at the scrub in his insensate rage.

He was a man of fierce passions, and meant murder during those first few minutes-swift and ruthless.

He reached the Piper breathless from his exertions and wild with passion.