Wakayoo made a splendid mark.
It was slaughter.

Yet for Pierrot and Nepeese it was business--the business of life.
Baree was shivering.

It was more from excitement than fear, for he had lost his own fear in the tragedy of these moments.

A low whine rose in his throat as he looked at Wakayoo, who had risen again and faced his enemies--his jaws gaping, his head swinging slowly, his legs weakening under him as the blood poured through his torn lungs.

Baree whined--because Wakayoo had fished for him, because he had come to look on him as a friend, and because he knew it was death that Wakayoo was facing now.