The dull blaze of the lanterns shone in the warm glow of her hair.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, suddenly turned to him, were as blue as the bluest _bakneesh_ flower and glowed like diamonds.

McCready shifted his gaze, and instantly her hand fell on Kazan's head.

For the first time the dog did not seem to feel her touch.
He still snarled at McCready, the rumbling menace in his throat growing deeper.

Thorpe's wife tugged at the chain.
"Down, Kazan--down!" she commanded.
At the sound of her voice he relaxed.
"Down!" she repeated, and her free hand fell on his head again.