The dog must die." He paused and considered the matter, while Jerry returned to digging the sand where the scent was auspicious.

Agno made to stop him, but Bashti interposed.
"Let be," he said.

"Let the dog convict himself before my eyes." And Jerry did, uncovering two eggs, breaking them and lapping that portion of their precious contents which was not spilled and wasted in the sand.

Bashti's eyes were quite lack-lustre as he asked "The feast of dogs for the men is to-day ?" "To-morrow, at midday," Agno answered.

"Already are the dogs coming in.
There will be at least fifty of them." "Fifty and one," was Bashti's verdict, as he nodded at Jerry.
The priest made a quick movement of impulse to capture Jerry.
"Why now ?" the chief demanded.