He seemed to gain new strength.
“It is the dog!” he said harshly, laying hold of the girl’s hand, just as she was about to open the door to admit Death.
Vinnie nodded.
“He is large and strong,” continued the chief, “and his teeth are like the points of knives!”
She knew her power over his untutored, superstitious mind, and she was no longer afraid.
She nodded again and said:
“Yes, he is very strong, and his teeth are like needles. If he sets them into an Indian’s flesh he will die. Shall I let him in to you? His name is Death!”
The savage gripped her hand tighter.
“No,” he said, with evident alarm. “Sun-Hair must not let the dog in.”
Giving her a quick, sudden pull, he drew her across the room and through the other apartment to a rear door.