The New King ^87 



Blood was now added to the foam. It 

 dripped from their long black beards and 

 stained the ground, but neither of the great 

 giants allowed his guard to be broken 

 down, and in that was safety to each. 



Once the antagonist got by the broad 

 head. Those sharp upcurved horns could 

 do deadly work in the unprotected parts. 



It was to be a battle of endurance, a 

 struggle for main strength and for breath. 

 He who could still stand, when the other 

 had become too weak to keep up the fight, 

 would clearly be victor. 



Here Buck's many hard days' work at 

 the plough stood him in good stead. He 

 was not quite as heavy as the King, but 

 more muscular. 



The minutes dragged on and neither had 

 the advantage. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty 

 went by and still they fought on. 



Finally by a mighty effort the seasoned 

 fighter drove Buck close to a precipitate 



