30 NEIGHBOURS UNKNOWN 



stopped, drew off, eyed the mangled and 

 twitching form, and slunk away into the 

 nearest bushes. Here she crouched, as if in 

 terror, and peered out fascinated. At last 

 the shape of what had once been her mate 

 lay quite still. Then, after a little, she crept 

 away, hid herself in a remote thicket, and fell 

 to licking her scars and cleansing her fur. 

 And the outstretched body of Grey Lynx, 

 with cruel eyes half open and staring blankly, 

 stiffened little by little in the still, implacable 

 frost. 



