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on the dust of the compound, hunched over with pain. His face was tight, ashen.
    “Do not help me,” he warned them.
    William and the two blacks, one with a lantern, stood to one side.
    Herjellsen saw Hamilton. He straightened up. “Good evening, my dear Doctor Hamilton,” he said.
    “Good evening, Professor Herjellsen,” whispered Hamilton.
    “Yes,” said Herjellsen, looking about. “It is a good evening.”
    Gunther was still in the shack. Hamilton had not seen him come out.
    “I think I shall go to my quarters,” said Herjellsen. “I am weary.”
    William put out his hand.
    “I need no help,” said Herjellsen, sharply.
    William glanced at Hamilton.
    Herjellsen wished to show no weakness before Hamilton.
    “Good-night, Doctor Hamilton,” said Herjellsen.
    “Good-night, Professor Herjellsen,” said Hamilton.
    A voice within the shed suddenly cried, “Bring the lantern!” Hamilton was startled. It was Gunther’s voice. She had never heard such a cry from him.
    Herjellsen did not move, but stood on the dust of the compound. He did not turn to the shed.
    The black with the lantern rushed to the shed.
    Hamilton waited on the porch.
    Herjellsen stood quietly in the compound. William looked to the shed. He seemed frightened.
    Gunther’s figure emerged from the shed. He was a tall man, large, broad-shouldered, blond haired, muscular, blue eyed. He was a strong man, hard, lithe, swift. He had much stamina. He enjoyed hunting, and was a superb hunter, skilled, tireless, merciless, efficient. Next to Herjellsen, whom Hamilton regarded as mad, Gunther was rated by Hamilton as the most intelligent in the compound. Gunther’s mind was brilliant. It could be, at times, as sharp and keen as surgeon’s steel, and like that steel, cold and hard; and at times, when he pleased, it could be as sardonic as acid; or, when he wished, as swift and stinging as a quirt in the hands of a horseman. Hamilton feared him. In his presence Hamilton felt uneasy, and small and weak. Before Gunther, Hamilton felt clumsy, and found it difficult to speak. What Hamilton felt, not understanding it, in the presence of Gunther, was the presence of a superior, dominant animal. Gunther was clearly stronger and more intelligent than Hamilton. “He is a bit overawing,” had joked William. Hamilton resented Gunther. Hamilton hated him. William, too, resented him. It was a bond between them, their dislike for Gunther. It was not simply that Gunther was a splendid organism, but that he made no attempt to conceal his superiority. He seemed little motivated by the conventions whereby superior animals sheath their claws and conceal their teeth. Gunther was a lion among men, a blond lion. His eyes made Hamilton angry, and afraid. He looked at Hamilton with such casual, unquestioned superiority, as though Hamilton might have been a servant, and, too, he looked at Hamilton in another way, sometimes grinning, that frightened Hamilton. He seemed so sure of himself, so strong.
    “What is it?” asked William of Gunther, who stood, dazed, as Hamilton had never seen him, in the door of the experimental shack.
    Hamilton was frightened.
    Never had Gunther seemed so shaken. His tall, muscular frame trembled in the doorway.
    Then he spoke. “The cage,” he said, “-the cage is gonel”
    Herjellsen, Hamilton thought, seemed to smile, and then he began to walk slowly to his sleeping quarters.
    William and the black who had attended Herjellsen waited for Gunther, who walked slowly towards them.
    Gunther looked at William. “The cage is gone,” he said.
    “Impossible!” cried William. William ran to the shed.
    “I don’t understand, Gunther,” said Hamilton. “What cage?”
    Gunther did not answer Hamilton but turned to face the shed.
    In a moment William, followed by the black with the lantern, who understood no more than Hamilton, emerged from the shack.
    William’s face was white. “It’s gone,” he said.
    “Gunther!” said Hamilton.
    But Gunther