The Brute sprang upon her.

His fingers gripped in her thick, soft hair.
And then-- From Durant came a warning cry.

It was too late.

A lean gray streak of vengeance and retribution, Miki was at the end of his chain and at Le Beau's throat.

Nanette HEARD! Through dazed eyes she SAW! She reached out gropingly and struggled to her feet, and looked just once down upon the snow.