CHAPTER XXIX

BHAG’S RETURN THE girl screamed and gripped Michael’s arm. “What is that?” she asked. “Is it the Thing that came to my—my room?” Michael put her aside gently, and ran toward the tower. As he did so, Bhag took a leap and dropped on the ground. For a moment he stood, his knuckles on the ground, his malignant face turned in the direction of the man. And then he sniffed, and, with that queer twittering noise of his, went ambling across the downs and disappeared over a nearby crest. Michael raced in pursuit. By the time…