“While I kept mine,” he said, “I was warm. When he shook himself the Cold fled affrighted, and would not come near again until he disappeared.”
“That’s worse than clothes,” said Gimbo; “don’t bring it here, or we will all be killed and eaten up.”
“The beast is liable to get loose,” said another, “and attack us any moment. We have seen what he did at the volcano and in the forest.”
“I will get a young one,” said Fire-tamer, who thought a small fire was an immature or half-grown animal, and that it could be easily managed.
But the Ammi were afraid, and would not allow the beast to be brought to the camp, dead or alive; and so they went on shivering, and it took them some time to shiver into sense.
CHAPTER XXXV.
