They swept around it and past it, all save one--a huge gray brute who shot up the hillock straight at the prey the others had not yet seen.

There was a snarl in Miki's throat as he came.

Once more he was facing the thrill of a great fight.

Once more the blood ran suddenly hot in his veins, and fear was driven from him as the wind drives smoke from a fire.

If Neewa were only there now, to fend at his back while he fought in front! He stood up on his feet.