Remember--a shot--a single cry!" His voice, the glitter in his eyes, told Philip this was no time for words.

He turned and ran swiftly across the clearing in the direction of the dog pit, Ten minutes later he came into a gloom warm with the smell of beast.

Eyes of fire glared at him.

The snapping of fangs and the snarling of savage throats greeted him.

One by one he called the names of the dogs he remembered--called them over and over again, advancing fearlessly among them, until he dropped upon his knees with his hand on the chain that held Captain.