At this juncture she arose with a nervous, threatening swaying of the head, approached the two cautiously, then hurled herself into the encounter. She leaped with a savage yelp upon him who had long been her master.
The man’s grip relaxed. He fell back and threw out his arms in which once more the weakness of the fever came.
“Susette!” he gasped; “I was good to you; I——”
His voice was choked into a wheeze. Susette had gripped him by the throat, and the two were upon him.
She had gone back to the ways of her kind—and the man was an alien.
II
THE LOOK IN THE FACE
IT was after one of the Saturday night feasts at No-Teeth Lodge that I drew my old friend, Half-a-Day, to one side where the shadows were not broken by the firelight.