But Thorpe had come in from the forest again, and Kazan had slunk away quickly--for Thorpe meant to him what all men meant to him now: the club, the whip and the strange things that spat fire and death.

And now-- Thorpe had come out from the tent.

It was approaching dawn, and in his hand he held a rifle.

A moment later the girl came out, and her hand caught the man's arm.

They looked toward the thing covered by the blanket.