He heard the grinding crunch of jaws, and he knew they were the Wild Dog's jaws; he heard a snarl choking slowly into a wheezing sob of agony, and he knew that the sound came from The Eller.

The blood rose into his face.
The red fire in his eyes grew livid--a blaze of exultation, of triumph.
"TONNERRE DE DIEU! he is choking the life out of Netah!" he gasped.
"NON, I have never seen a dog like that.

I will keep him alive; and he shall fight Durant's POOS over at Post Fort O' God! By the belly of Saint Gris, I say--" The Killer was as good as dead if left another minute.

With upraised club Le Beau advanced.

As he sank his fangs deeper into Netah's throat Miki saw the new danger out of the corner of his eye.