The power of those jaws sent a little shiver through the man so close to them.

They were terrible--and splendid.

A man's leg-bone would have cracked between them like a pipe stem.

And Baree, with that power of death in his jaws, had a second time crept to him on his belly--not fearingly, in the shadow of a club, but like a thing tamed into slavery by a yearning adoration.

It was a fact that seized upon David with a peculiar hold.