? ? ? ? The creature's eyes were alight with a somber frenzy, which blazed and waned with every mouthful. There was very little skin to the face. The face, for that matter, sunken and emaciated, bore little likeness to human countenance. Frost after frost had bitten deeply, each depositing its stratum of scab upon the half-healed scar that went before. This dry, hard surface was of a bloody-black color, serrated by grievous cracks wherein the raw red flesh peeped forth. His skin garments were dirty and in tatters, and the fur of one side was singed and burned away, showing where he had lain upon his fire.
? ? ? ? Malemute Kid pointed to where the sun-tanned hide had been cut away, strip by strip- the grim signature of famine.
? ? ? ? 'Who- are- you?' slowly and distinctly enunciated the Kid.
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