The Boy and the Lynx 
meant for a bold shout, but it was merely a 
feeble screech. He rose slowly and called out: 
“Loo, Margat! The Lynx—here’s the Lynx 
again !”’ 
“ May God help ye, for we can’t,” was the 
answer. 
“Sssh-hi!” Thor tried again to drive the 
Beast away. It leaped on to the table by the 
window and stood up growling under the use- 
less gun. Thor thought it was going to leap 
through the glass as it faced the window a 
moment; but it turned and glared toward the 
Boy, for he could see both eyes shining. He 
rose slowly to the side of his bunk and he 
prayed for help, for he felt it was kill or be 
killed. He struck a match and lighted his 
pine-root candle, held that in his left hand and 
in his right took the old fish-spear, meaning to 
fight, but he was so weak he had to use the 
fish-spear as a crutch. ‘The great Beast stood 
on the table still, but was crouching a little as 
though for a spring. Its eyes glowed red in 
the torchlight. Its short tail was switching from 
side to side and its growling took a higher pitch. 
Thor’s knees were smiting together, but he 
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