“There ought to be some means of getting at him,” he said. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door.
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