The Boy and the Lynx 
days more and the Boy also would be unable to 
leave his couch. Then what ? 
Despair was on the house and the silent cry 
of each was, “‘Oh, God! will Corney never 
come ?” 
V 
THE HOME OF THE BOY 
On the day of that last Chicken, Thor was 
all morning carrying water enough for the 
coming three fevers. The chill attacked him 
sooner than it was due and his fever was worse 
than ever before. 
He drank deeply and often from the bucket 
at his head. He had filled it, and it was nearly 
emptied when about two in the morning the 
fever left him and he fell asleep. 
In the gray dawn he was awakened by a 
curious sound not far away—a splashing of 
water. He turned his head to see two glaring 
eyes within a foot of his face—a great Beast 
lapping the water in the bucket by his bed. 
Thor gazed in horror for a moment, then 
closed his eyes, sure that he was dreaming, 
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