Once Mrs.Forrester looked about, quick and angry, like one ready to choke that endless voice.

But for the rest, the two strange companions moved steadily onward.
In an alley of checkered light a buffalo with a wicker nose-ring, and heavy, sagging horns that seemed to jerk his head back in agony, heaved toward them, ridden by a naked yellow infant in a nest-like saddle of green fodder.

Scenting with fright the disgusting presence of white aliens, the sleep-walking monster shied, opened his eyes, and lowered his blue muzzle as if to charge.

There was a pause, full of menace.
"Don't run!" said Rudolph, and catching the woman roughly about the shoulders, thrust her behind him.

She clutched him tightly by the wounded arm.
The buffalo stared irresolute, with evil eyes.