And yet how well he knew that his heart was only the more responsive for all it had withstood! Perhaps here at White Slides he might meet with an experience dwarfing all others.

It was possible; it was in the nature of events.

And though he repudiated such a possibility, he fortified himself against a subtle divination that he might at last have reached the end of his long trail, where anything might happen.
Three of the hounds lay down at Wade's feet.

Kane, the bloodhound, stood watching this new master, after the manner of a dog who was a judge of men.

He sniffed at Wade.