See!" Like a bird she had left his side and in an instant, it seemed, was astride the big grizzly, digging her fingers into Tara's thick coat--smiling back at him, her radiant hair about her like a cloud, filled with marvellous red-and-gold fires in the sun.
"Come," she said, holding out a hand to David.

"I want Tara to know you are our friend.

Because"-- the darkness came into her eyes again--"I have been _training him_, and I want him to know he must not hurt _you_." David went to them, little fancying the acquaintance he was about to make, until Marge slipped off her bear and put her two arms unhesitatingly about his shoulders, and drew him down with her close in front of Tara's big head and round, emotionless eyes.

For a thrilling moment or two she pressed her face close to his, looking all the time straight at Tara, and talking to him steadily.

David did not sense what she was saying, except that in a general way she was telling Tara that he must never hurt this man, no matter what happened.