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Peer was half up now, on his knees, but as he reached out a hand to grasp the side, the brute's jaws seized on his arm. The boy's face was contorted with pain another moment and the sharp teeth would have bitten through, when, swift as thought, Peter Ronningen dropped his oars and sent his knife straight in between the beast's eyes.
The dog sprang. In the negro fashion the runaway's head ducked forward to receive the onset, while both hands clutched the brute's throat.
The Master, who had been busy in conversation up till that moment, turned now to respond to the pressingly affectionate advances of the unseen animal, whose cold muzzle he had felt at his wrist for some minutes past. "Just push her out for me, sir, if you please," said the rebuked attendant, sulkily. "I can't get her to budge from your chair. The brute's as strong as a mule."
"Had you not taken steady aim, that brute's fangs would have been at my throat in another moment." "Faix, thin, Mr Mark, it is only what I would have wished to be done," answered Mike. "And if you ever catch sight of a bear about to give me a hug, or such a brute as this at my heels," and he gave the dead wolf a kick "you will be afther shooting him, sure enough!"
Oakes away!" she urged, laughing. "He threatened to kill a man this morning. There's too much murder in Tarsus now. If he should add to it " "You know it wasn't on my account," Fred objected. "It was what he wrote and said of you. Why, he has had you prayed for publicly by name, and you washing the brute's feet!
"An' the Colonel av the rig'mint had a daughter wan av thim lamblike, bleatin', pick-me-up-an'-carry-me-or-I'll-die gurls such as was made for the natural prey av men like the Capt'n, who was iverlastin' payin' coort to her, though the Colonel he said time an' over, 'Kape out av the brute's way, my dear. But he niver had the heart for to send her away from the throuble, bein' as he was a widower, an' she their wan child."
And his attitude as he eyed the two seated upon the sofa said as plainly as possible, "Well, which one is it to be first?" Robb felt uneasy. Alice was decidedly alarmed at the dog's truculent appearance. But the tension was relieved a moment later by the brute's own strange behaviour. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Neche plumped down upon his hind-quarters.
But she crept nearer to him as she opened the case and her voice was full and sweet, shy tenderness as she blurted out: "It is not a brute's photograph, Michael, it is the picture of your own little son." "My God!" cried Michael, the sudden violent emotion making him very pale.
Baffled and furious, the lion sniffed and prowled about the rim of the hole until the ranchman began to think it would surely leap upon him. He picked up his broken pocket-knife and waited for this to happen. The shattered blade would be of little use, but it might prove better than his bare hands if he had to defend himself against the brute's teeth and claws. "Kidnaped? Gordon Wade?"
She no longer resisted. It was over. The loathsome brute's lips were about to touch hers; and it had to be, and nothing could prevent it. It was her duty to obey the decree of fate. She had long known it. She understood it; and, closing her eyes, so as not to see the foul face that was slowly raised to hers, she repeated to herself: "My son... my poor son."
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