Harris Collins himself nodded the dark youth-god up to him, and turned an inquiring and estimating gaze on Michael.
"The Del Mar dog, sir," said the youth-god.
Collins's eyes brightened, and he looked Michael over more carefully.
"Do you know what he can do?" he queried.
"Harry was a keen one," Collins went on, apparently to the youth- god but mostly for his own benefit, being given to thinking aloud. "He picked this dog as a winner. And now what can he do? That's the question. Poor Harry's gone, and we don't know what he can do.--Take off the chain."
Released Michael regarded the master-god and waited for what might happen. A squall of pain from one of the bears across the ring hinted to him what he might expect.
"Come here," Collins commanded in his cold, hard tones.
Michael came and stood before him.