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Its
eyes
were
upon
him
,
who
had
descended
from
the
tree
--
its
steps
were
towards
him
--
now
in
slow
,
crouching
gait
;
but
quicker
and
quicker
,
as
if
preparing
for
a
spring
.
To
retreat
to
the
tree
would
have
been
sheer
folly
.
The
jaguar
can
climb
like
a
cat
.
The
mustanger
knew
this
.
But
even
had
he
been
ignorant
of
it
,
it
would
have
been
all
the
same
,
as
the
thing
was
no
longer
possible
.
The
animal
had
already
passed
that
tree
,
upon
which
he
had
found
refuge
,
and
there
was
t
'
other
near
that
could
be
reached
in
time
.
He
had
no
thought
of
climbing
to
a
tree
--
no
thought
of
any
thing
,
so
confused
were
his
senses
--
partly
from
present
surprise
,
partly
from
the
bewilderment
already
within
his
brain
.
It
was
a
simple
act
of
unreasoning
impulse
that
led
him
to
rush
on
into
the
stream
,
until
he
stood
up
to
his
waist
in
the
water
.
Had
he
reasoned
,
he
would
have
known
that
this
would
do
nothing
to
secure
his
safety
.
If
the
jaguar
climbs
like
a
cat
,
it
also
swims
with
the
ease
of
an
otter
;
and
is
as
much
to
be
dreaded
in
the
water
as
upon
the
land
.
Maurice
made
no
such
reflection
.
He
suspected
that
the
little
pool
,
towards
the
centre
of
which
he
had
waded
,
would
prove
but
poor
protection
.
He
was
sure
of
it
when
the
jaguar
,
arriving
upon
the
bank
above
him
,
set
itself
in
that
cowering
attitude
that
told
of
its
intention
to
spring
.
In
despair
he
steadied
himself
to
receive
the
onset
of
the
fierce
animal
.
He
had
nought
wherewith
to
repel
it
--
no
knife
--
no
pistol
--
no
weapon
of
any
kind
--
not
even
his
crutch
!
A
struggle
with
his
bare
arms
could
but
end
in
his
destruction
.
