They followed him, never taking themselves from his face.

In them the fire returned and grew deeper.

Two dull red spots began to glow in Croisset's cheeks, and he laughed softly when he suddenly leaped in so that Howland struck at him--and missed.

He knew what to expect now.
And Howland knew what to expect.
It was the science of one world pitted against that of another--the science of civilization against that of the wilderness.

Howland was trained in his art.