To my intelligence the shallow arguments of those takers of life called sportsmen was sufficient.

I supposed that because almost all the little children of the wild were doomed to die by violence, sooner or later, that the quicker death I offered was pardonable on the score of mercy." ...

She shook her head.

"Why death and pain exist, I do not know; He who deals them must know why." He said, surprised at her seriousness: "Right or wrong, a matter of taste cannot be argued--" "A matter of taste! Every fibre of me rebels at the thought of death--of inflicting it on anything.

God knows how I could have done it when I had so much of happiness myself!" She swung around toward him: "Sooner or later what remains to say between us must be said, Garry.