Here--you take the lantern! If I wasn't clean fooled, we'll find a trail in the snow." He gave Thorpe the lantern and picked up the heavy club.

A growl rose in Kazan's throat, but he choked it back.

He wanted to snarl forth his warning, to leap at the end of his leash, but he knew that if he did that, they would return and beat him.

So he lay still, trembling and shivering, and whining softly.

He watched them until they disappeared--and then waited--listened.