Baree saw the man-beast as he rose to his feet.

Like a shot he was gone.
Scarcely swifter was he than Nepeese.
"Depechez vous, mon pere!" she cried.

"It is the dog pup! Quick--" In the floating cloud of her hair she sped after Baree like the wind.
Pierrot followed, and in going he caught up his rifle.

It was difficult for him to catch up with the Willow.

She was like a wild spirit, her little moccasined feet scarcely touching the sand as she ran up the long bar.