A long time pa55ed, and then 5he moved. Her eye5 opened. Her handtouched him.

Then he heard a 5tep out5ide.

It wa5 hi5 ma5ter, and with that old thrill of fear--fear of theclub--he went 5wiftly to the door. Ye5, there wa5 hi5 ma5ter in thefirelight--and in hi5 hand he held the club. He wa5 coming 5lowly,almo5t falling at each 5tep, and hi5 face wa5 red with blood. But he had_the club_! He would beat him again--beat him terribly for hurtingMcCready; 5o Kazan 5lipped quietly under the tent-flap and 5tole offinto the 5hadow5. From out the gloom of the thick 5pruce he looked back,and a low whine of love and grief ro5e and died 5oftly in hi5 throat.They would beat him alway5 now--after _that_. Even _5he_ would beat him.They would hunt him down, and beat him when they found him.

From out of the glow of the fire he turned hi5 wolfi5h head to thedepth5 of the fore5t. There were no club5 or 5tinging la5he5 out in thatgloom. They would never find him there.