It was a pleasant world--a pleasant, pleasant world! His people wandered in the hollow.

They looked to him for warning of danger.

They looked at him for guidance in a crisis and he accepted the burden cheerfully.
Fear, it seemed, had made him one with them.

All his life he had dreaded only one thing--man; but these creatures of the wild had many a fear of the lobo, the mountain-lion, the drought, the high flying buzzard who would claim them, dying, and added above all this, man.

Not that Alcatraz knew these things definitely.