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admirer, who had won her in open fight, tried to 

 prevent her passing, she swept on in purposeful gait. 



Moose wa was waiting for her, grunting in deep 

 chest grunts, and thrashing the trees with his hard 

 antlers. But the one-eyed bull, though badly tired, 

 was not to be caught out like that. 



He gave the war challenge quickly, pawing the 

 ground, and Moosewa responded instantly. 



Crash 1 The bulls were at each other, using all 

 the familiar feints and finesses known to their kind, 

 sidling backwards to rush in again on a flying start, 

 which brought the two great heads together with a 

 resounding whack, and all the while bearing in 

 mind the main objective — to drive the points of the 

 antlers home somewhere. 



For quite a few seconds the one-eyed bull fought 

 as strongly and energetically as though he had not 

 just emerged from a similar affray, but at last he 

 gave signs of stress, and the telling blows of his 

 opponent wore him down to a battered-looking 

 condition pitiable to see. No longer could he parry 

 the scientific lunges of the untired foe, who, taking 

 a cowardly advantage of the oncoming weakness 

 of the stanch old bull, rushed in, and literally 

 drove the enemy down the rides of the forest. 



