A broken, choking breath--a stifled sound that was scarcely a cry--was all that came from Langdon's lips as he saw the monstrous grizzly looking at him.

In the ten seconds that followed he lived hours.
His first thought was that he was powerless--utterly powerless.

He could not even run, for the rock wall was behind him; he could not fling himself valleyward, for there was a sheer fall of a hundred feet on that side.

He was face to face with death, a death as terrible as that which had overtaken the dogs.
And yet in these last moments Langdon did not lose himself in terror.

He noted even the redness in the avenging grizzly's eyes.