Pray Do Not Interrupt Me," He Wrote.

He Was A Killer, A Thing That Preyed, Living On The Things That Lived, Unaided, Alone, By Virtue Of His Own Strength And Prowess, Surviving Triumphantly In A Hostile Environment Where Only The Strong Survive.

Pray Do Not Interrupt Me," He Wrote. "i Am Smiling.

I Do Not Live For What The World Thinks Of Me, But For What I Think Of Myself.

He Was A Silent Fury Who No Torment Could Tame.

Buck Did Not Read The Newspapers, Or He Would Have Known That Trouble Was Brewing, Not Alone For Himself, But For Every Tide-water Dog, Strong Of Muscle And With Warm, Long Hair, From Puget Sound To San Diego.