For a moment he tried to cry out, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth.

What had happened?
Was it Wabi, or Mukoki?
A dozen paces away was a huge rock and as he looked he saw something move upon it, a long, lithe object that shone a silvery white in the moonlight, and he knew that it was a lynx.

Stealthily Rod reached for his rifle, which had slipped between his knees, and as he did so the lynx sent forth another of its blood-curdling screams.

Even now the white youth shivered at the sound, so much like the terrible cry of some person in dying agony.

He leveled his gun.