He seemed, indeed, to crumple away into the night.

Then she heard a shouting and trampling in the house, and a breaking open of doors, and she knew that she had killed Whistling Dan.

She would have gone to him, but the snarl of Bart drove her back.

Then she saw Satan galloping up the path and come to a sliding halt where he stood with his delicate nose close to the face of the master.

There was no struggle with death, only a sigh like a motion of wind in far off trees, and then, softly, easily Black Bart extricated himself from the master, and moved away down the path, all wolf, all wild.