He sat crouching before the prostrate body, licking the deathly white face, and growling horribly, and then stood over his fallen master and stared about the circle.

Those who had seen a lone wolf make its stand against a pack of dogs recognized the attitude.

Then without a sound, as swiftly as he had entered the room, he leaped through the door and darted off up the road.

Satan, for the first time deserted by this wolfish companion, turned a high head and neighed after him, but he raced on.
The men returned to their work over Dan's body, cursing softly.

There was a hair-raising unearthliness about the sudden coming and departure of Black Bart.