The Ne<w King 



But there was something doing in the 

 King's rear that it behooved him to take 

 notice of, although he was hardly in a 

 position to do so, for an infuriated shepherd 

 dog was ripping away at the great cord just 

 above his hock with teeth like those of a 

 wolf. Slash, slash, went the shepherd's 

 jaws, not gripping to hold, but slashing like 

 a wolf, the stroke that cuts deep and sev- 

 ers. 



The King's mighty hind-quarters were 

 strained to their utmost. The great sinew 

 was tense as the guy rope upon a derrick, 

 so at the second slash the sinews parted 

 and the leg sank beneath the weight of the 

 King. His hind-quarters collapsed. He 

 was borne back, faster and faster, until the 

 struggling bulls had reached the farther 

 side of the butte ; then he went rolling 

 ignominiously over the side and into the 

 waiting herd below. A King no more, but 

 a crippled three-legged old bull, henceforth 



