But he was not afraid.

His steady eyes watched Netah.

Unleashed by his master, The Killer stood on stiff legs a dozen feet away, the wiry crest along his spine erect, his muscles tense.
Miki heard the man-beast's voice.
"Go to, you devil! GO TO!" Miki waited, without the quiver of a muscle.

Thus much he had learned of his hard lessons in the wilderness--to wait, and watch, and use his cunning.

He was flat on his belly, his nose between his forepaws.