Only a dog wags his tail and snarls when he is taken to be hanged, but you are a man.

Who is that dope?
He isn't one of you, is he ?" He darted his glance rapidly about, and hissing, kept spitting continuously.

Yanson, curled up into a motionless bundle, pressed closely into the corner.

The flaps of his outworn fur cap stirred, but he maintained silence.

Werner answered for him: "He killed his employer." "O Lord!" wondered Tsiganok.