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over her hand. It was so horrible that the cry froze in the throat of Gregg, yet the child, with only a little murmur of anger, reached over with her other hand and caught the wolf by the nose.

โ€œBad Bart!โ€ she whispered, and raised the hand which he instantly released. White marks showed on the pudgy tan. โ€œBad dog!โ€ she repeated, and beat his neck with an impotent little fist. The wolf-dog cringed, and turned from the door.

โ€œCome in,โ€ invited Gregg. He was surprised to find his voice thin, apt to swing up to a high pitch beyond his control. A shower of golden curls tossed away from her face as she looked to him. โ€œOh!โ€ she cried, still with a guarded voice. She leaned far over, one hand buried in the ruff of Bart's neck to secure her balance, and with the other she laid hold of his right ear and drew him around facing the door once more. This time he showed his teeth but submitted, only twitching the ear back and forth a time or two when she relaxed her hold.

โ€œCome in,โ€ repeated Gregg.

She canted her head to one side and considered him with fearless blue eyes.

โ€œI want to,โ€ she sighed.

โ€œWhy can't you, honey?โ€

โ€œMunner says no.โ€

He attempted to turn further towards her, but the pain in his right shoulder prevented. He found that his arm was bandaged to the elbow and held close to his side by a complex swathing.

โ€œWho is your mother?โ€ asked Vic.

โ€œMunner?โ€ she repeated, frowning in wonder. โ€œWhy, munner isโ€”my munner.โ€

โ€œOh,โ€ smiled he, โ€œand who's your pa?โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œWho's your father? Who's your dad?โ€

โ€œDaddy Dan. You ask a lot of things,โ€ she added, disapprovingly.

โ€œCome on in,โ€ pleaded Vic Gregg, โ€œand I won't ask nothin' more about you.โ€

โ€œMunner says no,โ€ she repeated.

She employed the moment of indecision by plucking at the hair of Bart's shoulders; he growled softly, terribly, but she paid not the slightest heed.

โ€œYour mother won't care,โ€ asserted Vic.

โ€œI know,โ€ she nodded, โ€œbut Daddy will.โ€

โ€œSpanking?โ€

She looked blankly at him.

โ€œWhat will he do, then, if you come in to see me?โ€

โ€œHe'll look at me.โ€ She grew breathless at the thought, and cast a guilty glance over her shoulder.

โ€œHoney,โ€ chuckled Gregg, weakly, โ€œI'll take all the blame. Just you come along in and he'll do his lookin' at me.โ€

He thought of the slender fellow who had rescued him and his large, gentle brown eyes, but to a child even those mild eyes might seem terrible with authority.

โ€œWill you, true?โ€ said the child, wistfully.

โ€œHonest and true.โ€

โ€œAll right.โ€ She made up her mind instantly, her face shining with excitement. โ€œGiddap, Bart.โ€ And she thumped the wolf-dog vigorously with her heels.

He carried her in with a few gliding steps, soundless, except for the light rattle of claws on the floor, but he stopped well out of reach of the bed and when Vic held his left hand as far as he could across his chest, Bart winced and gave harsh warning. Vic had seen vicious dogs in his day, seen them fighting, seen them playing, but he had never heard one of them growl like this. The upper lips of the animal twitched dangerously back and the sound came from the very depths of his body. It made the flesh crawl along Vic's back; one rip of those great teeth could tear a man's throat open. The child thudded her heels against the ribs of Bart again.

โ€œGiddap!โ€ she cried.

The wolf-dog shuddered but would not budge an inch.

โ€œNaughty Bart!โ€ She slipped off to the floor. โ€œI'll make him come,โ€ she said.

โ€œIf it's the same to you,โ€ said Vic, rather hastily, โ€œI'd just as soon he stayed where he is.โ€

โ€œHe's got to do what I want,โ€ she answered. She shook a tiny forefinger at him. โ€œBart, you just come here!โ€

The dog turned his blazing eyes on her and replied with a growl that shook his sides.

โ€œStop!โ€ she ordered, and struck him sharply on the nose. He blinked and lowered his head under the blow, but though the snarling stopped his teeth flashed. She caught him by both jowls and tugged him forward.

โ€œLet him be!โ€ urged Vic.

โ€œHe's got to come!โ€

And come he did, step by halting step, while she hauled him, and now the snarling hoarse intakes of breath filled the room. Once she moved a little to one side and Vic caught the glint of two eyes, red-stained, which were fixed undeviatingly upon her face. Mixed with Vic's alarm at the great fighting beast was a peculiar uneasiness, for there was something uncanny in the determination, the fearlessness of this infant. When she stepped away the wolf-dog stood trembling visibly but his eyes were still not upon the man he hated or feared to approach but upon the child's face.

โ€œCan you pat him now?โ€ she asked, not for an instant turning to Gregg.

โ€œNo, but it's close enough,โ€ he assured her. โ€œI don't want him any closer.โ€

โ€œHe's got to come.โ€ She stamped. โ€œBart, you come here!โ€

He flinched forward, an inch. โ€œBart!โ€ Her hands were clenched and her little body quivered with resolution; the snake-like head came to the very edge of the bed.

โ€œNow pat him!โ€ she commanded.

By very unpleasant degrees, Vic stretched his hand towards that growling menace.

โ€œHe'll take my arm off,โ€ he complained. Shame kept him from utterly refusing the risk.

โ€œHe won't bite you one bit,โ€ declared the child. โ€œBut I'll hold his nose if you're afraid.โ€ And instantly she clasped the pointed muzzle between her hands.

Even when Vic's hand hovered above his head Bart had no eye for him, could not divert his gaze from the face of the child. Once, twice and again, delicately as one might handle bubbles, Gregg touched that scarred forehead.

โ€œI made him come, didn't I?โ€ she cried in triumph, and turned a tense little face towards Vic, but the instant her eyes moved the wolf-dog leaped away half the width of the room, and stood shivering, more devilish than ever. She stamped again.

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