lick up its swarms of wood-ants. So 

 Jack came closer, and at last so close 

 that even his dull eyes could see. The 

 great gray lake was a flock of sheep 

 and the phosphorescent specks were 

 their eyes. Close by the fire was a log 

 or a low rough bank that turned out 

 to be the shepherd and his dog. Both 

 were objectionable features, but the 

 sheep extended far from them. Jack 

 knew that his business was with the 

 flock. 



He came very close to the edge and 

 found them surrounded by a low hedge 

 of chaparral; but what little things 

 they were compared with that great 

 and terrible ram that he dimly re- 

 membered ! The blood-thirst came on 

 him. He swept the low hedge aside, 

 charged into the mass of sheep that 

 surged away from him with rushing 

 sounds of feet and murmuring groans, 



