In that hour Neewa was willing to accept a truce so far as Challoner was concerned.

But it was not Challoner that his half-blinded eyes saw first as he rolled from his bag.

It was Miki! And Miki, his awkward body wriggling with the excitement of his curiosity, was almost on the point of smelling of him! Neewa's little eyes glared.

Was that ill-jointed lop-eared offspring of the man-beast an enemy, too?
Were those twisting convolutions of this new creature's body and the club-like swing of his tail an invitation to fight?
He judged so.

Anyway, here was something of his size, and like a flash he was at the end of his rope and on the pup.