Son of Kazan by James Oliver Curwood]@TWC D-Link book Son of Kazan 21/26 He breathed in the flower-scented perfume of it--and lay as if dead. Nepeese, looking down on him, could not see that he was breathing. It was the snapping of a dry stick. Through the forest Pierrot had come with the stealth of a cat, and when they looked up, he stood at the edge of the open. |