He had no ear for his visitor's hail, but cast his burden to the floor.

It dropped with a shock that shook the house from the rattling stove-pipe to the crackling boards.

For a moment Mac Strann regarded his prey.

Then he stooped and drew open the great jaws.

The mouth within was not so red as the bloody hands of Mac Strann; and the big, white fangs, for some reason, did not seem terrible in comparison with the hunter.