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For a few moments Jan stood with his back to Melisse and his eyes upon the carnival about the great fire. As he looked, the third caribou was pulled down from its spit, and the multitude of dogs rushed in upon the abandoned carcasses of the other two.
He caught his breath quickly as a loud shout and the wailing yelp of a hurt dog rose for an instant above all other sounds. Only one thing was wanting to complete another picture in his brain -- a scene which had burned itself into his life for ever, and which he strove to fight back as he stood staring from the doorway. He half expected it to come -- the shrill scream of a boyish voice, an instant's sullen quiet, then the low-throated thunder of impending vengeance -- and the fight!