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terror to their hearts As he ran he began to hiss softly

Colonel Hare, with his aralow

"Lock your pet up, Kit," he called over his shoulder, "and coly to the leopard, scratched his head behind the

ears, and shortly a low satisfied ruer slashed about She led hi to talk, locked the door, then turned and walked thoughtfully

toward the bungalow

She ondering what this gift was that put awe into the eyes of the

native keepers on her father's wild anie beasts She realized that she possessed it,

but it was beyond analysis Often some wild-eyed keeper would burst in

upon her So itself from

mere passion, and wouldn't the Mem-sahib come at once and talk to it?

There was a kind of pity in her heart for these poor wild things, and

perhaps they perceived this pity, which was fearless

"She gets a little from me, I suppose," Colonel Hare had once answered

to a query, "for I've always had a ith four footed things But I

think Ahht

when Brocken would be tame beside the pandemonium round-about Yet

half an hour after Kit starts the rounds everything quiets down The

gods are in it"