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The
first
arrow
leaped
upward
.
Broken
-
Tooth
yelled
with
fright
and
pain
.
It
had
reached
its
mark
.
This
put
a
new
complexion
on
the
matter
.
I
no
longer
cared
to
play
,
but
crouched
trembling
close
to
my
limb
.
A
second
arrow
and
a
third
soared
up
,
missing
Broken
-
Tooth
,
rustling
the
leaves
as
they
passed
through
,
arching
in
their
flight
and
returning
to
earth
.
The
Fire
-
Man
stretched
his
bow
again
.
He
shifted
his
position
,
walking
away
several
steps
,
then
shifted
it
a
second
time
.
The
bow
-
string
twanged
,
the
arrow
leaped
upward
,
and
Broken
-
Tooth
,
uttering
a
terrible
scream
,
fell
off
the
branch
.
I
saw
him
as
he
went
down
,
turning
over
and
over
,
all
arms
and
legs
it
seemed
,
the
shaft
of
the
arrow
projecting
from
his
chest
and
appearing
and
disappearing
with
each
revolution
of
his
body
.
Sheer
down
,
screaming
,
seventy
feet
he
fell
,
smashing
to
the
earth
with
an
audible
thud
and
crunch
,
his
body
rebounding
slightly
and
settling
down
again
.
Still
he
lived
,
for
he
moved
and
squirmed
,
clawing
with
his
hands
and
feet
.
I
remember
the
Fire
-
Man
running
forward
with
a
stone
and
hammering
him
on
the
head
.
.
.
and
then
I
remember
no
more
.
Always
,
during
my
childhood
,
at
this
stage
of
the
dream
,
did
I
wake
up
screaming
with
fright
—
to
find
,
often
,
my
mother
or
nurse
,
anxious
and
startled
,
by
my
bedside
,
passing
soothing
hands
through
my
hair
and
telling
me
that
they
were
there
and
that
there
was
nothing
to
fear
.
My
next
dream
,
in
the
order
of
succession
,
begins
always
with
the
flight
of
Lop
-
Ear
and
myself
through
the
forest
.
The
Fire
-
Man
and
Broken
-
Tooth
and
the
tree
of
the
tragedy
are
gone
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
,
in
a
cautious
panic
,
are
fleeing
through
the
trees
.
In
my
right
leg
is
a
burning
pain
;
and
from
the
flesh
,
protruding
head
and
shaft
from
either
side
,
is
an
arrow
of
the
Fire
-
Man
.
Not
only
did
the
pull
and
strain
of
it
pain
me
severely
,
but
it
bothered
my
movements
and
made
it
impossible
for
me
to
keep
up
with
Lop
-
Ear
.
At
last
I
gave
up
,
crouching
in
the
secure
fork
of
a
tree
.
Lop
-
Ear
went
right
on
.
I
called
to
him
—
most
plaintively
,
I
remember
;
and
he
stopped
and
looked
back
.
Then
he
returned
to
me
,
climbing
into
the
fork
and
examining
the
arrow
.
He
tried
to
pull
it
out
,
but
one
way
the
flesh
resisted
the
barbed
lead
,
and
the
other
way
it
resisted
the
feathered
shaft
.
Also
,
it
hurt
grievously
,
and
I
stopped
him
.
For
some
time
we
crouched
there
,
Lop
-
Ear
nervous
and
anxious
to
be
gone
,
perpetually
and
apprehensively
peering
this
way
and
that
,
and
myself
whimpering
softly
and
sobbing
.
Lop
-
Ear
was
plainly
in
a
funk
,
and
yet
his
conduct
in
remaining
by
me
,
in
spite
of
his
fear
,
I
take
as
a
foreshadowing
of
the
altruism
and
comradeship
that
have
helped
make
man
the
mightiest
of
the
animals
.
Once
again
Lop
-
Ear
tried
to
drag
the
arrow
through
the
flesh
,
and
I
angrily
stopped
him
.
Then
he
bent
down
and
began
gnawing
the
shaft
of
the
arrow
with
his
teeth
.
As
he
did
so
he
held
the
arrow
firmly
in
both
hands
so
that
it
would
not
play
about
in
the
wound
,
and
at
the
same
time
I
held
on
to
him
.
I
often
meditate
upon
this
scene
—
the
two
of
us
,
half
-
grown
cubs
,
in
the
childhood
of
the
race
,
and
the
one
mastering
his
fear
,
beating
down
his
selfish
impulse
of
flight
,
in
order
to
stand
by
and
succor
the
other
.
And
there
rises
up
before
me
all
that
was
there
foreshadowed
,
and
I
see
visions
of
Damon
and
Pythias
,
of
life
-
saving
crews
and
Red
Cross
nurses
,
of
martyrs
and
leaders
of
forlorn
hopes
,
of
Father
Damien
,
and
of
the
Christ
himself
,
and
of
all
the
men
of
earth
,
mighty
of
stature
,
whose
strength
may
trace
back
to
the
elemental
loins
of
Lop
-
Ear
and
Big
-
Tooth
and
other
dim
denizens
of
the
Younger
World
