Then there came the morning, very early, when the babiche collar and the iron chain were fastened to him again.

Not until he had followed his master out through the door and into the street did he begin to understand.

They were sending him away! He sat suddenly back on his haunches and refused to budge.
"Come, Kazan," coaxed the man.

"Come on, boy." He hung back and showed his white fangs.

He expected the lash of a whip or the blow of a club, but neither came.