But surprise could not long delay the business of Henri's hunter's instinct.

The wolves lay first in his path, and he was raising his rifle to put a steel-capped bullet through the base of Kazan's brain, when Weyman caught him eagerly by the arm.

Weyman was staring.

His fingers dug into Henri's flesh.

His eyes had caught a glimpse of the steel-studded collar about Kazan's neck.
"Wait!" he cried.