He would send his father word saying--"I have killed a beast--fairly--in the open"-- that would be all.
He would not be hanged--poison should see to that.

Dunes had murdered, raped, tortured--never yet had they died on the gallows.
And now, for the first time, the suspicion crossed his mind that perhaps, after all, he might escape--escape, at any rate, that order of punishment.

Here on this desolate road, he had met no living soul; the mists encompassed him and they had now swallowed the dripping wood and all that it contained.

It had always been supposed that he was good friends with Carfax, as good friends as he allowed himself to be with any one.

No one had known in which direction he would take his walk; he had come upon Carfax entirely by chance.