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querulous complaints of the sick women to drive him forth。 Down
by the spring he found a few berries and divided them with the
others。 He made his usual preparations for the chills and the
thirst； but he added thisby the side of his couch he put an old
fish…spearthe only weapon he could find； now the gun was
uselessa pine…root candle and some matches。 He knew the Beast
was coming back againwas coming hungry。 It would find no food；
what more natural； he thought； than take the living prey lying
there so helpless？ And a vision came of the limp brown form of
the little Fawn； borne off in those same cruel jaws。
Once again he barricaded the hole with firewood； and the night
passed as usual； but without any fierce visitor。 Their food that
day was flour and water； and to cook it Thor was forced to use
some of his barricade。 Loo attempted some feeble joke； guessed
she was light enough to fly now and tried to rise； but she got no
farther than the edge of the bunk。 The same preparations were
made； and the night wore on； but early in the morning； Thor was
again awakened rudely by the sound of lapping water by his bed；
and there； as before； were the glowing eyeballs； the great head；
the gray form relieved by the dim light from the dawning window。
Thor put all his strength into what was meant for a bold shout；
but it was merely a feeble screech。 He rose slowly and called
out： 〃Loo； Margat！ The Lynxhere's the Lynx again！〃
〃May God help ye； for we can't；〃 was the answer。
〃Sssh…hi！〃 Thor tried again to drive the Beast away。 It leaped on
to the table by the window and stood up growling under the
useless gun。 Thor thought it was going to leap through the glass
as it faced the window a moment； but it turned and glared toward
the Boy； for he could see both eyes shining。 He rose slowly to
the side of his bunk and he prayed for help； for he felt it was
kill or be killed。 He struck a match and lighted his pine…root
candle； held that in his left hand and in his right took the old
fish…spear； meaning to fight； but he was so weak he had to use
the fish…spear as a crutch。 The great Beast stood on the table
still； but was crouching a little as though for a spring。 Its
eyes glowed red in the torchlight。 Its short tail was switching
from side to side and its growling took a higher pitch。 Thor's
knees were smiting together； but he levelled the spear and made a
feeble lunge toward the brute。 It sprang at the same moment； not
at him； as he first thoughtthe torch and the boy's bold front
had had effectit went over his head to drop on the ground
beyond and at once to slink under the bunk。
This was only a temporary repulse。 Thor set the torch on a ledge
of the logs； then took the spear in both hands。 He was fighting
for his life； and he knew it。 He heard the voices of the women
feebly praying。 He saw only the glowing eyes under the bed and
heard the growling in higher pitch as the Beast was nearing
action。 He steadied himself by a great effort and plunged the
spear with all the force he could give it。
It struck something softer than the logs： a hideous snarl came
forth。 The boy threw all his weight on the weapon； the Beast was
struggling to get at him； he felt its teeth and claws grating on
the handle； and in spite of himself it was coming on； its
powerful arms and claws were reaching for him now； he could not
hold out long。 He put on all his force； just a little more it was
than before； the Beast lurched； there was a growling； a crack；
and a sudden yielding； the rotten old spear…head had broken off；
the Beast sprang outat himpast him never touched him； but
across through the hole and away； to be seen no more。
Thor fell on the bed and lost all consciousness。
He lay there he knew not how long； but was awakened in broad
daylight by a loud； cheery voice：
〃Hello！ Hello！are ye all dead？ Loo！ Thor！ Margat！〃
He had no strength to answer； but there was a trampling of horses
outside； a heavy step； the door was forced open； and in strode
Corney； handsome and hearty as ever。 But what a flash of horror
and pain came over his face on entering the silent shanty！
〃Dead？〃 he gasped。 〃Who's deadwhere are you？ Thor？〃 Then； 〃Who
is it？ Loo？ Margat？〃
〃CorneyCorney；〃 came feebly from the bunk。 〃They're in there。
They're awful sick。 We have nothing to eat。〃
〃Oh； what a fool I be！〃 said Corney again and again。 〃I made sure
ye'd go to Ellerton's and get all ye wanted。〃
〃We had no chance； Corney； we were all three brought down at
once； right after you left。 Then the Lynx came and cleared up the
Hens； and all in the house； too。〃
〃Well； ye got even with her；〃 and Corney pointed to the trail of
blood across the mud floor and out under the logs。
Good food； nursing； and medicine restored them all。
A month or two later； when the women wanted a new
leaching…barrel； Thor said： 〃I know where there is a hollow
basswood as big as a hogshead。〃
He and Corney went to the place； and when they cut off what they
needed； they found in the far end of it the dried…up bodies of
two little Lynxes with that of the mother； and in the side of the
old one was the head of a fish…spear broken from the handle。
LITTLE WARHORSE
The History of a Jack…rabbit
The Little Warhorse knew practically all the Dogs in town。 First；
there was a very large brown Dog that had pursued him many times；
a Dog that he always got rid of by slipping through a hole in a
board fence。 Second； there was a small active Dog that could
follow through that hole； and him he baffled by leaping a
twenty…foot irrigation ditch that had steep sides and a swift
current。 The Dog could not make this leap。 It was 〃sure medicine〃
for that foe； and the boys still call the place 〃Old Jacky's
Jump。〃 But there was a Greyhound that could leap better than the
Jack； and when he could not follow through a fence； he jumped
over it。 He tried the Warhorse's mettle more than once； and Jacky
only saved himself by his quick dodging； till they got to an
Osage hedge； and here the Greyhound had to give it up。 Besides
these； there was in town a rabble of big and little Dogs that
were troublesome； but easily left behind in the open。
In the country there was a Dog at each farm…house； but only one
that the Warhorse really feared； that was a long…legged； fierce；
black Dog； a brute so swift and pertinacious that he had several
times forced the Warhorse almost to the last extremity。
For the town Cats he cared little； only once or twice had he been
threatened by them。 A huge Tom…cat flushed with many victories
came crawling up to where he fed one moonlight night。 Jack
Warhorse saw the black creature with the glowing eyes； and a
moment before the final rush； he faced it； raised up on his
haunches；his hind legs；at full length on his toes；with his
broad ears towering up yet six inches higher； then letting out a
loud churrr…churrr； his best attempt at a roar； he sprang five
feet forward and landed on the Cat's head； driving in his sharp
hind nails； and the old Tom fled in terror from the weird
two…legged giant。 This trick he had tried several times with
success； but twice it turned out a sad failure： once； when the
Cat pro