If she had started then, all the devil in the creature would be loosed, for her terror taught her that.

And by some mysterious power that entered her at that moment she was able to turn her head, slowly, and look deep into those terrible eyes.
Her arm was released.
But Black Bart crouched and the snakelike head lowered; he was quivering throughout that steel-muscled body to throw himself at her throat.

The finger was on the hair-trigger; it needed a pressure not greater than a bodiless thought.

And still she looked into the eyes of the wolf-dog; and her terror had made her strangely light of body and dizzy of mind.
Then the change came, suddenly.

The yellow-green changed, swirled in the eyes of Black Bart; the eyes themselves wavered, and at last looked away; the snarl dropped to a sullen growl.