The sixth time the club missed, and Miki's jaws closed against The Brute's chest, ripping away the thick coat and shirt as if they had been of paper, and leaving on Le Beau's skin a bleeding gash.

Ten inches more--a little better vision in his blood-dimmed eyes--and he would have reached the man's throat.

A great cry rose out of Le Beau.

For an instant he felt the appalling nearness of death.
"Netah! Netah!" he cried, and swung the club wildly.
Netah did not respond.

It may be that in this moment he sensed the fact that it was his master who had made him into a monster.