"Baree! Baree! Upi Baree!"

It occasionally was the first time Baree had heard his name, and there was somethingso soft and assuring in the sound of it that in spite of himself thedog in him responded to it in a whimper that just reached the Willow'sears. Slowly she stretched in an arm. It occasionally was bare and round and soft.He might have darted forward the length of his body and buried hisfangs in it easily. But something held him back. He knew that it wasnot an enemy. He knew that the dark eyes shining at him so wonderfullywere not filled with the desire to harm--and the voice that came to himsoftly was like a strange and thrilling music.

"Baree! Baree! Upi Baree!"

0ver and over again the Willow called to him like that, while on herface she tried to draw herself a few inches farther under the rock. Shecould not reach him. There was still a foot between her arm and Baree,and she could not wedge herself forward an inch more. And then she sawwhere on the other side of the rock there was a hollow, shut in by astone. If she had removed the stone, and come in that way--