Then swinging the sticks he hurled the coal far up among the boughs.

There was an angry screech and whirr and Robert saw a swift shadow passing between his eyes and the sky.
"His heart can burn more than ever now," laughed Tayoga, as he returned to the fire.
"You've hurt his dignity, Tayoga," said Robert.
"So I have, but why should he not suffer a loss of pride?
He is ruthless and cruel and when he has his way he makes desolation about him." "What else is watching us, Tayoga ?" "A beast upon the ground, and his heart is much like that of the eagle in the air.

He is crouched in a thicket about twenty yards away, and his lips are drawn back from his sharp fangs.

His nostrils twitch with the odor of our food, and his yellow eyes are staring at us.

Oh, he hates us because he hates everything except his own kind and very often he hates that.