He made Miki think of the huge wolf he had fought one day on the edge of the cliff, and instinctively he showed his fangs, and snarled.

The wolf-dog snarled back.

Henri Durant rubbed his hands exultantly, and Grouse Piet laughed softly.
"Oui; they will FIGHT!" said Henri again.
"Ze wolf, he will fight, oui," said Grouse Piet.

"But your dog, m'sieu, he be vair seek, lak a puppy, w'en ze fight come!" A little later Miki saw a white man standing close to his cage.

It was MacDonnell, the Scotch factor.