Her unkempt hair was grey almost to whiteness, her teeth were snags, and her eyes were almost hidden beneath the shaggy brow.

There was a glare of brutal satisfaction in them that appalled the girl.
For the first time since the adventure began her heart failed her, and she shuddered perceptibly as her lids fell.
"What the h---- are you skeering her fer like that, ma," growled Davy.
"Don't look at her like that, or--" "See here, my boy, don't talk like that to me if you don't want me to kick your head off right where you stand.

I'm your mother, Davy, an'-- " "That'll do.

This ain't no time to chew the rag," muttered Sam.

"We're done fer.