From Durant came a warning cry. It was too late. A lean gray streak of
vengeance and retribution, Miki was at the end of his chain and at Le
Beau's throat. Nanette HEARD! Through dazed eyes she SAW! She reached
out gropingly and struggled to her feet, and looked just once down upon
the snow. Then, with a terrible cry, she staggered toward the cabin.
When Durant gathered courage to drag Le Beau out of Miki's reach Miki
made no movement to harm him. Again, perhaps, it was the Beneficent
Spirit that told him his duty was done. He went back into his cage, and
lying there on his belly looked forth at Durant.
And Durant, looking at the blood-stained snow and the dead body of The
Brute, whispered to himself again:
"MON DIEU! he is a devil!"
In the cabin, Nanette was upon her knees before the crucifix.