At one turn I thought that I saw Leo and the Khan rolling over and over each other upon the ground; at another, that he, the Khan, was sitting against a stone looking at me, and it came into my mind that he must have killed Leo and was watching while the dog worried me to death.
Then just as things began to grow black, something sprang forward and I saw the huge hound lifted from the earth.

Its jaws opened, my arm came free and fell against my side.

Yes! the brute was whirling round in the air.

Leo held it by its hind legs and with all his great strength whirled it round and round.
_Thud!_ He had dashed its head against the rock, and it fell and lay still, a huddled heap of black and red.

Oddly enough, I did not faint; I suppose that the pain and the shock to my nerves kept me awake, for I heard Leo say in a matter-of-fact voice between his gasps for breath--"Well, that's over, and I think that I have fulfilled the Shaman's prophecy.
Let's look and make sure." Then he led me with him to one of the rocks, and there, resting supinely against it, sat the Khan, still living but unable to move hand or foot.
The madness had quite left his face and he looked at us with melancholy eyes, like the eyes of a sick child.
"You are brave men," he said, slowly, "strong also, to have killed those hounds and broken my back.