Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  III| large game with the spear or knife. The large game was nothing
 2        I,  III|      was armed only with the knife. When he was fourteen, Michael
 3        I,  IX |  stone, on which not even my knife could make an impression.
 4        I,  XI |   ripped up by that terrible knife, fell to the ground a lifeless
 5        I,  XI |      you handle the hunter’s knife in a most masterly fashion.”~“
 6        I,  XI |     in the bright glare, his knife dripping with blood, his
 7       II,  V  | straight to her companion. A knife in her hand cut the cords
 8       II,  IX |   dug at the ground with his knife to release his friend! The
 9       II,  XI |     savage pack. He drew his knife, and every time that a wolf
10       II,  XIV|    at Nadia; but the girl, a knife in her hand, retreated against
11       II,  XIV|      weapon was his Siberian knife. He did not see his adversary
12       II,  XIV|  movement of the blind man’s knife turned aside the blow. Michael
13       II,  XIV|   second attempt failed. The knife had simply parried the blow
14       II,  XIV|     I deign to offer you! My knife against your sword!”~“He
15       II,  XIV|    at a touch from Michael’s knife, wielded in the hand of