Joan awoke with a start at the sharpness of this voice.

"Don't shoot, Buck.

See that bit of paper under his throat.

He's bringing a message." "Bart!" cried Joan, slipping to the floor from her mother's lap, but when she ran toward the wolf-dog, that tremendous snarl of warning stopped her short.

Bart slunk toward Kate.
"Look out, Kate!" cried Haines.