And because of the baby she offered up a prayer of gratitude to God.
In his prison-cage of sapling bars Miki cringed on his belly at the end of his chain.

He had scarcely moved since those terrible moments in which he had torn the life out of the man-brute's throat.

He had not even growled at Durant when he dragged the body away.

Upon him had fallen a fearful and overwhelming oppression.

He was not thinking of his own brutal beatings, or of the death which Le Beau had been about to inflict upon him with the club; he did not feel the presence of pain in his bruised and battered body, nor in his bleeding jaws and whip-lashed eyes.