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Both his fore-legs and his muzzle had suffered severely under the iron that day; and it was with these that he now tested his bars, slowly, conscientiously, and with painful thoroughness, from the bar nearest Killer's cage to that at the end of the gate of his own, which closed on to the partition of the native bears' division.
The tiger's roars kept Finn's hackles up, and his fangs bared in a fierce snarl; so that the Professor was struck afresh with the savageness of the latest addition to the menagerie under his care. Killer's meat barely reached the floor of his cage before he had snatched and carried it to the rear, where he tore it savagely, while maintaining an incessant growling snarl.
He half blushed in his shy way, but went on writing in this wise, with chalk, upon a small blackboard: 'Thursday Thor's-day Jack the Giant Killer's day'. Then, in one corner of the board, a sun was rising with a merry face and flaming locks, and beneath him was written, 'Phoebus-Apollo'; while in the other corner was a setting moon, 'Lady Cynthia.
The "chuckle-headed fool" of Gridley's malediction was Richard Rufford, the "Killer's" younger brother. Lidgerwood said nothing of this incident to Dawson, whom he found patrolling the roundhouse. Here, as at the shops and in the yard, everything was quiet and orderly.
And last of all, leaping over the ground like a demoniac, making not for the two flags, but the plank-bridge, the white-haired figure of M'Adam. "He's beat! The Killer's beat!" roared a strident voice. "M'Adam wins! Five to four M'Adam! I lay agin Owd Bob!" rang out the clear reply. Red Wull was now racing parallel to the fugitives and above them.
A number of piebald horses stood in different parts of the enclosure, nosing idly at the dusty ground, and paying not the slightest heed either to the scent of the different wild creatures, or to the roaring snarls and growls that issued continuously from Killer's cage. Familiarity had bred indifference in them to things which would have sent a horse from outside half crazy with fear.
The killer was determined to destroy this other the first chance he got. His mind was now weighing chances and possible opportunities and Hanlon read and learned. Yes, this must be one of those "interesting people" that unknown SS tipster back on Terra had mentioned. Was the victim another? Probably. For Hanlon had not yet read any thoughts in this killer's mind about any confederates.
The rain stormed at them from above; spat at them from the rock-face; and leapt up at them from their feet. Once they halted for a moment, finding a miserable shelter in a crevice of the rock. "It's a Black Killer's night," panted the Master. "I reck'n he's oot." "Ay," the boy gasped, "reck'n he is." Up and up they climbed through the blackness, blind and buffeted.
Only his insane hatred of Breed led Flatear to brave his horror of that sound of grating steel, but he came in close at last, crouched and sprang. Breed leaned sharply to one side and met him with a side slash of teeth but the weight of his enemy threw him and he felt the killer's teeth cut cleanly into his shoulder and slide along the bone.
He was fighting it when Le Beau came out from behind a clump of spruce twenty yards away with The Killer at his heels. The Brute stopped. He was panting, and his eyes were aflame. Two hundred yards away he had heard the clinking of the trap-chain. "OW! he is there," he gasped, tightening his hold on The Killer's lead thong. "He is there, Netah, you Red Eye!
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