Like a flash Baree had darted across the floor and fastened his teeth in the factor's leg.
They had bitten deep before McTaggart freed himself with a powerful kick.

With an oath he snatched his revolver from its holster.

The Willow was ahead of him.

With a little cry she darted to Baree and caught him in her arms.

As she looked up at McTaggart, her soft, bare throat was within a few inches of Baree's naked fangs.