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As
we
ran
out
the
limb
,
Broken
-
Tooth
,
facing
us
,
would
begin
teetering
.
This
naturally
impeded
our
progress
;
but
there
was
more
in
the
teetering
than
that
.
He
teetered
with
his
back
to
the
jump
he
was
to
make
.
Just
as
we
nearly
reached
him
he
would
let
go
.
The
teetering
branch
was
like
a
spring
-
board
.
It
threw
him
far
out
,
backward
,
as
he
fell
.
And
as
he
fell
he
turned
around
sidewise
in
the
air
so
as
to
face
the
other
branch
into
which
he
was
falling
.
This
branch
bent
far
down
under
the
impact
,
and
sometimes
there
was
an
ominous
crackling
;
but
it
never
broke
,
and
out
of
the
leaves
was
always
to
be
seen
the
face
of
Broken
-
Tooth
grinning
triumphantly
up
at
us
.
I
was
“
It
”
the
last
time
Broken
-
Tooth
tried
this
.
He
had
gained
the
end
of
the
branch
and
begun
his
teetering
,
and
I
was
creeping
out
after
him
,
when
suddenly
there
came
a
low
warning
cry
from
Lop
-
Ear
.
I
looked
down
and
saw
him
in
the
main
fork
of
the
tree
crouching
close
against
the
trunk
.
Instinctively
I
crouched
down
upon
the
thick
limb
.
Broken
-
Tooth
stopped
teetering
,
but
the
branch
would
not
stop
,
and
his
body
continued
bobbing
up
and
down
with
the
rustling
leaves
.
I
heard
the
crackle
of
a
dry
twig
,
and
looking
down
saw
my
first
Fire
-
Man
.
He
was
creeping
stealthily
along
on
the
ground
and
peering
up
into
the
tree
.
At
first
I
thought
he
was
a
wild
animal
,
because
he
wore
around
his
waist
and
over
his
shoulders
a
ragged
piece
of
bearskin
.
And
then
I
saw
his
hands
and
feet
,
and
more
clearly
his
features
.
He
was
very
much
like
my
kind
,
except
that
he
was
less
hairy
and
that
his
feet
were
less
like
hands
than
ours
.
In
fact
,
he
and
his
people
,
as
I
was
later
to
know
,
were
far
less
hairy
than
we
,
though
we
,
in
turn
,
were
equally
less
hairy
than
the
Tree
People
.
It
came
to
me
instantly
,
as
I
looked
at
him
.
This
was
the
terror
of
the
northeast
,
of
which
the
mystery
of
smoke
was
a
token
.
Yet
I
was
puzzled
.
Certainly
he
was
nothing
;
of
which
to
be
afraid
.
Red
-
Eye
or
any
of
our
strong
men
would
have
been
more
than
a
match
for
him
.
He
was
old
,
too
,
wizened
with
age
,
and
the
hair
on
his
face
was
gray
.
Also
,
he
limped
badly
with
one
leg
.
There
was
no
doubt
at
all
that
we
could
out
-
run
him
and
out
-
climb
him
.
He
could
never
catch
us
,
that
was
certain
.
But
he
carried
something
in
his
hand
that
I
had
never
seen
before
.
It
was
a
bow
and
arrow
.
But
at
that
time
a
bow
and
arrow
had
no
meaning
for
me
.
How
was
I
to
know
that
death
lurked
in
that
bent
piece
of
wood
?
But
Lop
-
Ear
knew
.
He
had
evidently
seen
the
Fire
People
before
and
knew
something
of
their
ways
.
The
Fire
-
Man
peered
up
at
him
and
circled
around
the
tree
.
And
around
the
main
trunk
above
the
fork
Lop
-
Ear
circled
too
,
keeping
always
the
trunk
between
himself
and
the
Fire
-
Man
.
The
latter
abruptly
reversed
his
circling
.
Lop
-
Ear
,
caught
unawares
,
also
hastily
reversed
,
but
did
not
win
the
protection
of
the
trunk
until
after
the
Fire
-
Man
had
twanged
the
bow
.
I
saw
the
arrow
leap
up
,
miss
Lop
-
Ear
,
glance
against
a
limb
,
and
fall
back
to
the
ground
.
I
danced
up
and
down
on
my
lofty
perch
with
delight
.
It
was
a
game
!
The
Fire
-
Man
was
throwing
things
at
Lop
-
Ear
as
we
sometimes
threw
things
at
one
another
.
The
game
continued
a
little
longer
,
but
Lop
-
Ear
did
not
expose
himself
a
second
time
.
Then
the
Fire
-
Man
gave
it
up
.
I
leaned
far
out
over
my
horizontal
limb
and
chattered
down
at
him
.
I
wanted
to
play
.
I
wanted
to
have
him
try
to
hit
me
with
the
thing
.
He
saw
me
,
but
ignored
me
,
turning
his
attention
to
Broken
-
Tooth
,
who
was
still
teetering
slightly
and
involuntarily
on
the
end
of
the
branch
.
