He heard the terrible blow of the club as it fell on his master's head--and the sound of it aroused him from his restless sleep.
He sprang to his feet, his spine stiffening and a snarl in his throat.
The fire had died down and the camp was in the darker gloom that precedes dawn.

Through that gloom Kazan saw McCready.

Again he was standing close to the tent of his mistress, and he knew now that this was the man who had worn the black iron rings, and that it was he who had beaten him with whip and club for many long days after he had killed his master.

McCready heard the menace in his throat and came back quickly to the fire.

He began to whistle and draw the half-burned logs together, and as the fire blazed up afresh he shouted to awaken Thorp and Isobel.