It seems strange to me that so many people should have the same mad desire for the dollar that the wolves of the forest have for warm, red, quivering flesh.

I have known a wolf-pack to kill five times what it could eat in a night, and kill again the next night, and still the next--always more than enough.

They are like the Dollar Hunters--only beasts.

Among such, one cannot have solid friends--not very many who will not sell you for a price.

I was afraid to trust Josephine down among them.