Cowardice was the last thing he would associate with the strange man he had seen in the starlight.

Vividly he saw Bram's face again.

And now, after the almost unbearable strain he had been under, a mysterious SOMETHING that had been in that face impinged itself upon him above all other things.

Wild and savage as the face had been, he had seen in it the unutterable pathos of a creature without hope.

In that moment, even as caution held him listening for the approach of danger, he no longer felt the quickening thrill of man on the hunt for man.