Baree, fastened to a table leg by a babiche thong, heard her pause for a moment at the door.

Then she entered and came straight to him.

During the half-hour of her absence Baree had scarcely moved.

That half-hour, and the few minutes that had preceded it, had made tremendous impressions upon him.
Nature, heredity, and instinct were at work, clashing and readjusting, impinging on him a new intelligence--the beginning of a new understanding.

A swift and savage impulse had made him leap at Bush McTaggart when the factor put his hand on the Willow's head.