92 BOBBY LYNX OP BOUND-TOP 
Try as he might, he could not pull himself 
up. Slowly the weight of his heavy body 
tore his foreclaws through the ice until, 
with a wild cry of fright and rage, he 
shot backward down the icy incline, claw¬ 
ing and scratching vainly at the smooth, 
shining ice. The small ledge that had 
saved Mollie only grazed Bobby’s side, 
and over it he shot, faster and faster— 
down—down until stopped by a big rock 
that jutted out into the stream far below. 
It just seemed to Bobby as if the big, 
grey rock rose right up and struck him 
and there he lay! 
Poor Bobby! Renny Pox, trotting 
along the farther bank, stopped and 
looked across the gorge at him. But 
Bobby did not see him, for he had hit the 
rock so hard that he was stunned and 
dazed. He lay with one foot doubled up 
under him, afraid to move on this treach¬ 
erous surface, not daring even to try to 
