BOBBY LYNX OF KOUND-TOP 93 
get his leg out from under him, although 
it pained and hurt him badly. He laid 
perfectly still for a long time and then he 
braced himself against the rock and tried 
to get up. Each time his feet slipped on 
the ice and he fell back, hurting his leg 
more and more. 
Poor Bobby was frightened! This 
gleaming, white stuff was an enemy he 
did not know how to fight. ITis powerful 
claws that always tore his other enemies 
to pieces, had no effect on this smooth, icy 
foe. Then, as his breath and courage re¬ 
turned, he clung savagely to the rock with 
his strong right arm and managed to drag 
himself to his feet. But only three of 
them could be used,—the fourth was so 
badly sprained that Bobby whimpered 
with pain as he tried to stand on it. 
Slowly and carefully he turned around, 
keeping close to the rock for fear he might 
begin to slide again. Then, with slipping, 
