And Netah, for a dog, was a devil.

For that reason Le Beau had chosen him to fight the big fight.
Le Beau looked down at him, and drew a deep breath of satisfaction.
"OW! but you are looking fine, Netah," he exulted.

"I can almost see running blood in those devil-eyes of yours; OUI--red blood that smells and runs, as the blood of Durant's POOS shall run when you sink those teeth in its jugular.

And to-morrow we are going to give you the test--such a beautiful test!--with the wild dog that is robbing my traps and tearing my fishers into bits.

For I will catch him, and you shall fight him until he is almost dead; and then I shall cut his heart out alive, as I have promised, and you will eat it while it is still beating, so that there will be no excuse for your losing to that POOS which M'sieu Durant will bring down.