Waves of coldness broke on her mind; her whole body would have shuddered had not fear chilled her into motionlessness.

All reason told her that it was madness to sit there with the stealthy horror sliding closer; even now it might be too late.

If she rose the shaggy form might spring from the ground at her.
Perhaps the wolf had treasured up the pain from the day before and now-- A black form did, indeed, rise from the ground, but slowly.

And standing on three legs, Bart stood a moment and stared in the face of the girl.
The fear rushed out of her heart; and her face flushed hotly with relief.

There was no enmity in the steady stare of the wolf-dog.