T HE MAN, who came swiftly through 
the slashing towards Uncle Castor, car¬ 
ried in his hand a short, flat bar of 
steel. He kept steadily on his way, and in a 
few seconds stood directly over the old beaver. 
The latter made no effort to escape, but sat 
upright, his hand-like fore paws clasped upon 
his head, as though to break, as much as pos¬ 
sible, the force of an expected blow. 
However, Uncle Castor was really in no 
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