When she glanced around her, she made out vague forms through the
dimness that might be the uneven walls of the cave, or might be strange and
awful forms of night.
"Take me home!"
A growl that went shuddering down the cave stopped her, and now she saw
that the eyes of Bart glowed green and yellow. Even then she could not
believe that he would harm her, and stretched out a tentative hand. This
time she made out the flash of his teeth as he snarled. He was no longer
the Bart she had played with around the cabin, but a strange wild thing,
and with a scream she darted past him toward the door. Never had those
chubby legs flown so fast, but even as the light from the mouth of the cave
glimmered around her, she heard a crunching on the gravel from behind, and
then a hand, it seemed, caught her cloak and jerked her to a stop.
She fell sprawling, head over heels, and when she looked up, there sat Bart
upon his haunches above her, growling terribly, and gripping the end of the
cloak. No doubt about it now. Black Bart would have his teeth in her throat
if she made another movement toward the entrance.
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