He had not forgotten the tunnel into the tumbled mass of rock debris, nor how easily it could be defended from within.

Once in that tunnel he would turn in the door of it and slaughter his enemies one by one, for only one by one could they attack him.

But he had not reckoned with that huge gray form behind him that might have been named Lightning, the fiercest and swiftest of all the mad wolves of the pack.

He sped ahead of his slower-footed companions like a streak of light, and Miki had made but half the distance to the cairn when he heard the panting breath of Lightning behind him.

Even Hela, his father, could not have run more swiftly than Miki, but great as was Miki's speed, Lightning ran more swiftly.