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It may be imagined that Finn's wrath was not lessened, but his blind rage was, and he pulled himself together with a jerk, a cold determination to kill cooling his brain like water. This time he allowed the dingo to rush him, which the beast did with admirable dexterity, aiming low for the legs. Finn plunged for the back of the dingo's neck, and missed by the breadth of two hairs.
Finn gradually shifted his hold, till his front teeth gripped the soft part of the dingo's throat, and then he bit with all the mighty strength of his great jaws, closer, closer, and closer, till the red blood poured out on the ground and the struggles of the wild dog grew fainter and fainter.
Then he pivoted on his hind-legs and feinted low for the dingo's legs. The dingo flashed by him, aiming a cutting snap at his lower thigh for the wild dog was a master of fighting, and worked deliberately to cripple his big opponent and not to kill him outright and that gave Finn the chance for which he had played in his feint.
As to the other letters of the alphabet, it did not seem as if it had any knowledge of them. "That is a curious thing," said Mrs. Weldon. "It is, in fact, very singular," replied Captain Hull, who was looking attentively at the two letters. "S. V.," said Mrs. Weldon. "S. V.," repeated Captain Hull. "But those are precisely the letters which are on Dingo's collar!"
His onslaught was at once terrible, and swift as forked lightning. It seemed he slashed and tore in five separate directions at one and the same time. But that was only because his jaws flashed from one dingo's body to another with such rapidity that the passage between could not be followed by the eye. This meant that his fangs could not be driven deep enough for instant killing.
"Could Dingo have followed Harris?" asked Tom. "Harris? No," replied Dick Sand; "but he may have put himself on Negoro's scent. He felt him in our steps." "This cook of misfortune would quickly end him with a ball!" cried Hercules. "Provided Dingo did not first strangle him," replied Bat. "Perhaps so," replied the young novice. "But we cannot wait for Dingo's return.
A piece of the dingo's neck, by the way, remained in Finn's jaws, and spoiled half the effect of his next slash at Black-tip's shoulder. But from that moment Black-tip lost for good and all his illusion in the matter of the stranger being as good as dead.
As she thought she sat upright in her chair, with her hands clasped suddenly together, her cheeks growing pale and her head leaning forward as she listened intently. From the distance, in the direction of the clump of trees which marked the coaching disaster of years before, there came through the still, hot air the sound of a dingo's howl.
First, Jess's powerful jaws came together about the thick part of the dingo's right fore-leg, and took firm hold there, while the snarling and now terrified dingo snapped at the back of her neck, the rough edge of the bark thatch on the middle of his back producing in him a horrible sense of being trapped. That was one thing that happened in that instant.
However, the dog always showed the same animosity against the head cook, and, doubtless, would have brought upon itself some misfortune, if it had not been, for one thing, "a dog to defend itself," and for another, protected by the sympathy of the whole crew. So Negoro avoided coming into Dingo's presence more than ever.
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