And, once or twice, he would glance in worried concern at these humans; as if wondering why they took so coolly a manifestation that a thousand-year-old hereditary instinct made the dog shrink from.
But the humans showed no outward sign of terror or of rage.

And, as ever, taking his tone from his gods, Lad decided there was nothing to fear.

So, he tried to give no further heed to the reek.
The driver of the truck and his assistant were full of tales of the fire's ravages in other sections.

And their recital was heard with active interest by the folk who for fourteen days had been out of touch with the world.
"It's well we're lighting out for civilization," said the Master, as he superintended the loading of the truck.

"The woods are as dry as tinder.