bruised visage relaxed.

The Senecas had fallen back in a sullen line, their ferocious eyes never shifting from the two prisoners. Hiokatoo set four warriors to guard them, then, passing slowly in front of Boyd, spat on the ground.

“Dog of a Seneca!” said Boyd fiercely. “What you touch you defile, stinking wolverine that you are!”

“Dog of a white man!” retorted Hiokatoo. “You are not yet in your own kennel! Remember that!”

“But you are!” said Boyd. “The stench betrays the wolverine! Go tell your filthy cubs that my young men are counting the scalps of your Cat-People and your Andastes, and that the mangy lock of Amochol shall be thrown to our swine!”