And when I saw that OOCHUN--that wolf devil--tearing at the bars of the cage I knew he would kill my dog as a fox kills a rabbit.

So we struck a bargain, and for the two cross foxes and the ten red which I have outside I bought him." (The VRAISEMBLANCE of his lie gave him courage.

It sounded like truth, and Jacques, the dead man, was not there to repudiate his claim.) "So he is mine," he finished a little exultantly, "and I will take him to the Post, and will fight him against any dog or wolf in all the North.

Shall I bring in the skins, MADAME ?" "He is not for sale," said Nanette, the glow in her eyes deepening.

"He is my dog--mine and the baby's.