"He is not dead," said I, in a loud voice. "Even now he watches us."
This startled them. Twenty pairs of eyes regarded me.
"The House of Pain is gone," said I. "It will come again. The Master you cannot see. Yet even now he listens above you."
"True, true!" said the Dog Man.
They were staggered at my assurance. An animal may be ferocious and cunning enough, but it takes a real man to tell a lie. "The Man with the Bound Arm speaks a strange thing," said one of the Beast Folk.
"I tell you it is so," I said. "The Master and the House of Pain will come again. Woe be to him who breaks the Law!"
They looked curiously at one another. With an affectation of indifference I began to chop idly at the ground in front of me with my hatchet. They looked, I noticed, at the deep cuts I made in the turf.
Then the Satyr raised a doubt; I answered him, and then one of the dappled things objected, and an animated discussion sprang up round the fire. Every moment I began to feel more convinced of my present security. I talked now without the catching in my breath, due to the intensity of my excitement, that had troubled me at first. In the course of about an hour I had really convinced several of the Beast Folk of the truth of my assertions, and talked most of the others into a dubious state. I kept a sharp eye for my enemy the Hyæna-Swine, but he never appeared. Every now and then a
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