Stella paid no attention to him, but rushed ahead of Ted, and led the way to her own room.
"This way, Ted," she cried. "She must be brought in here."
Ted did as he was told, and laid the strange thing he carried on Stella's bed, and stepped back to look at it.
It was the skin of an enormous gray wolf, which all but enveloped a human form. Between the opening in the head, where once had been the cruel jaws of the wolf, peeped a pretty, brown face. But the eyes were closed. And a little, brown hand swung inertly from the place where a wolf's paw once had been; while below was a dainty foot, incased in a Japanese stocking divided, like a mitten, for the big toe.
"Who, or what is it?" asked Kit, looking curiously down at the strange object.
"I think it must be Itsu San, the little Japanese girl who was Helen Mowbray's maid," answered Ted.
"Great Scott, how did she happen in this fix?"
"I don't know. We'll have to wait until she recovers."
"Is she hurt?"
"I don't think so. I think she is merely exhausted by fatigue, hunger, and fear."