And his body would fight for it, or die.

The thought gave him an atrocious satisfaction.

He was filled with a sudden contempt for himself.

If Father Roland had known, he would have uttered a paean of joy.
Out of the darkness of the humour into which he had fallen, David was suddenly flung by a low and ferocious growl.

He had stepped around a young balsam that stood like a seven-foot ghost in his path, and found himself face to face with a beast that was cringing at the butt of a thick spruce.