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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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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
out--at
him--past
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!
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