Stanley, the setter, took it upon himself to discover some menacing presence in the woods.

He walked on his toes and with his eyes glinting sideways.

He swore half under his breath.
"And work, too," burst out Hawker, at last.

"I came up here this season to work, and I haven't done a thing that ought not be shot at." "Don't you find that your love sets fire to your genius ?" asked Hollanden gravely.
"No, I'm hanged if I do." Hollanden sighed then with an air of relief.

"I was afraid that a popular impression was true," he said, "but it's all right.