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His
bullet
did
not
prevent
the
fierce
brute
from
making
the
bound
--
the
last
of
its
life
--
though
it
had
passed
right
through
the
animal
's
heart
.
This
was
a
thing
thought
of
afterwards
--
there
was
no
opportunity
then
.
On
rushing
into
the
water
,
to
make
sure
that
his
shot
had
proved
fatal
,
the
hunter
was
himself
attacked
;
not
by
the
claws
of
the
jaguar
,
but
the
hands
of
the
man
just
rescued
from
them
.
Fortunate
for
Zeb
,
that
the
mustanger
's
knife
had
been
left
upon
land
.
As
it
was
,
he
came
near
being
throttled
;
and
only
after
throwing
aside
his
rifle
,
and
employing
all
his
strength
,
was
he
able
to
protect
himself
against
the
unlooked-for
assault
.
A
struggle
ensued
,
which
ended
in
Zeb
flinging
his
colossal
arms
around
the
young
Irishman
,
and
bearing
him
bodily
to
the
bank
.
It
was
not
all
over
.
As
soon
as
the
latter
was
relieved
from
the
embrace
,
he
broke
away
and
made
for
the
pecân
tree
;
--
as
rapidly
as
if
the
injured
limb
no
longer
impeded
him
.
The
hunter
suspected
his
intent
.
Standing
over
six
feet
,
he
saw
the
bloody
knife-blade
lying
along
the
cloak
.
It
was
for
that
the
mustanger
was
making
!
Zeb
bounded
after
;
and
once
more
enfolding
the
madman
in
his
bear-like
embrace
,
drew
him
back
from
the
tree
.
"
Speel
up
thur
,
Pheelum
!
"
shouted
he
.
"
Git
that
thing
out
o
'
sight
.
The
young
fellur
hev
tuck
leeve
o
'
his
seven
senses
.
Thur
's
fever
in
the
feel
o
'
him
.
He
air
gone
dullerious
!
"
Phelim
instantly
obeyed
;
and
,
scrambling
up
the
tree-trunk
took
possession
of
the
knife
.
