Now no longer would Best-of-Breed go for stance, and shape of head, and markings. Now Champion Golden Lad of the Piedmont IV no longer outranked the worst mongrel of the alley. The prize, which was life itself, would go to the one of keenest brain, staunchest limb, and strongest jaw, who could best shape himself to meet the new ways and who in the old competition of the wilderness could win the means of life.
