Dan Barry had finished a swift, deft bandage and stopped the bleeding of the dog's wounds.

Now he raised his head and his glance slipped rapidly over the faces of the doctor and the girl and rested on Buck Daniels.

There was no flash of kindly thanks, no word of recognition.

His right hand raised to his cheek, and rested there, and in his eyes came that flare of yellow hate.

Buck Daniels shrank back until he was lost in the crowd.