She had grown to love them, to admire their big rough manhood and loyal hearts, before he had brought her among them; and suddenly she smiled at McCready, struggling to overcome that thrill of fear and dislike.
"He doesn't like you," she laughed at him softly.

"Won't you make friends with him ?" She drew Kazan toward him, with Thorpe holding the end of the chain.
McCready came to her side as she bent over the dog.

His back was to Thorpe as he hunched down.

Isobel's bowed head was within a foot of his face.

He could see the glow in her cheek and the pouting curve of her mouth as she quieted the low rumbling in Kazan's throat.