35/36 It was a warning, and in the same instant he raised his rifle to his shoulder. The girl was quicker than he--like an arrow, a flash, a whirlwind of burnished tresses, as she flew to the side of the great beast. She stood with her back against it, her two hands clutching its tawny hair, her slim body quivering, her eyes flashing at David. He lowered his rifle and advanced a few steps. |