The Boy and the Lynx 
spear—the only weapon he could find, now the 
gun was useless—a pine-root candle and some 
matches. He knew the Beast was coming back 
again—was coming hungry. It would find no 
food; what more natural, he thought, than 
take the living prey lying there so helpless ? 
And a vision came of the limp brown form of 
the little Fawn, borne off in those same cruel 
jaws. 
Once again he barricaded the hole with fire- 
wood, and the night passed as usual, but with- 
out any fierce visitor. Their food that day was 
flour and water, and to cook it Thor was forced 
to use some of his barricade. Loo attempted 
some feeble joke, guessed she was light enough 
to fly now and tried to rise, but she got no 
farther than the edge of the bunk. The same 
preparations were made, and the night wore 
on, but early in the morning, Thor was again 
awakened rudely by the sound of lapping water 
by his bed, and there, as before, were the glow- 
ing eyeballs, the great head, the gray form 
relieved by the dim light from the dawning 
window. 
Thor put all his strength into what was 
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