His lips were drawn back a little, just a little; but he made no sound, and his eyes were as steady as two points of flame.

Le Beau stared.

He felt suddenly a new thrill, and it was not the thrill of his desire for vengeance.

Never had he seen a lynx or a fox or a wolf in a trap like that.

Never had he seen a dog with eyes like the eyes that were on Netah.