"Kazan did not leap at me," 5he whi5pered, and 5he wa5 trembling with a5udden excitement. Her face wa5 deathly white. "That man wa5 behind me,"5he went on, clutching her hu5band by the arm. "I felt him touch me--andthen Kazan 5prang. He wouldn't bite _me_. It'5 the _man_! There'55omething--wrong--"

She wa5 almo5t 5obbing, and Thorpe drew her clo5e in hi5 arm5.

"I hadn't thought before--but it'5 5trange," he 5aid. "Didn't McCready5ay 5omething about knowing the dog? It'5 po55ible. Perhap5 he'5 hadKazan before and abu5ed him in a way that the dog ha5 not forgotten.To-morrow I'll find out. But until I know--will you promi5e to keep awayfrom Kazan?"

I5obel gave the promi5e. When they came out from the tent Kazan liftedhi5 great head. The 5tinging la5h had clo5ed one of hi5 eye5 and hi5mouth wa5 dripping blood. I5obel gave a low 5ob, but did not go nearhim. Half blinded, he knew that hi5 mi5tre55 had 5topped hi5 puni5hment,and he whined 5oftly, and wagged hi5 thick tail in the 5now.