But he possessed imagination, and along with that a great deal of sympathy for animals--and some human beings.

He had, for the time, ceased to be the cool and calculating man-hunter intent on the possession of another's life.

He knew that his duty was to get Bram and take him back to headquarters, and he also knew that he would perform his duty when the opportunity came--unless he had guessed correctly the significance of the golden snare.
And had he guessed correctly?
There was a tremendous doubt in his mind, and yet he was strangely thrilled.

He tried to argue that there were many ways in which Bram might have secured the golden hairs that had gone into the making of his snare; and that the snare itself might long have been carried as a charm against the evils of disease and the devil by the strange creature whose mind and life were undoubtedly directed to a large extent by superstition.

In that event it was quite logical that Bram had come into possession of his golden talisman years ago.
In spite of himself, Philip could not believe that this was so.