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Dancing lightly about the big lynx they would watch their chance to leap and snap, sometimes avoiding the blow of the swift paw with its terrible claws, and sometimes catching it on their heavy manes; but always a long red mark showed on the lynx's silver fur as the wolves' teeth clicked with the voice of a steel trap and they leaped aside without serious injury.
The lynx's, for instance, was considerably shorter and thinner than it had been in the preceding December, when she and her mate first met, and it had taken on a reddish tinge, as if the steel had begun to rust a trifle.
The next instant he had pounced, with a yowl of defiance, straight for the lynx's neck. Lightning quick though he was, the lynx recovered in time to meet the attack with deadly counter-stroke of bared claws, parrying like a skilled boxer.
I should have erred by a sinful laxness. How fortunate that it was he, instead of such a miserable sinner as myself!" "Well, tell me, then, Father Johannes, for your eyes are shrewd as a lynx's, is our good Superior so perfect as he seems? or does he have his little private comforts sometimes, like the rest of us?
But Old Man would not listen; he said, "I will teach you to steal my food." He pulled off the lynx's tail, pounded his head against the rock so as to make his face flat, pulled him out long, so as to make him small-bellied, and then threw him away into the brush. As he went sneaking off, Old Man said, "There, that is the way you bob-cats shall always be."
"Some dirty work, very sure," said Jo Portugais, and his eyes travelled back over the dark water like a lynx's, for the splash was in his ear, and a sort of prescience possessed him. He could not stop his raft. It must go on down the current, or be swerved to the shore, to be fastened. "God knows, it had an ugly sound," said Jo Portugais, and again strained his eyes and ears.
But he came, nevertheless, just to pretend he had caught one, and to remember how good his last full meal smelled when he ate it in October. It was all so boylike, so unexpected there in the heart of the wilderness, that I quite forgot that I wanted the lynx's skin. I was hungry too, and went out for a sniff at the ventilator; and it smelled good.
Through the voiceless desolation the carcajou it was a female continued her leisurely way. Presently, just upon the edge of the forest-growth, she came upon the fresh track of a huge lynx. The prints of the lynx's great pads were several times broader than her own, but she stopped and began to examine them without the slightest trace of apprehension.
'Well, nine sestertia to three be it so! What! again, Lydon? He stops he gasps for breath. By the gods, he is down. No he is again on his legs. Brave Lydon! Tetraides is encouraged he laughs loud he rushes on him. 'Fool success blinds him he should be cautious. Lydon's eye is like the lynx's, said Clodius, between his teeth. 'Ha, Clodius! saw you that? Your man totters!
Lynx can aver, because she saw the whole transaction with her own eyes, as she told Mr. Jucundus. I have altered the little details of the anecdote somewhat. But this story is, I vow and declare, as true as Mrs Lynx's. Gracious goodness! how do lies begin? What are the averages of lying? Is the same amount of lies told about every man, and do we pretty much all tell the same amount of lies?
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