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Still
the
struggle
was
not
over
.
The
delirious
man
wrestled
with
his
rescuer
--
not
in
silence
,
but
with
shouts
and
threatening
speeches
--
his
eyes
all
the
time
rolling
and
glaring
with
a
fierce
,
demoniac
light
.
For
full
ten
minutes
did
he
continue
the
mad
wrestling
match
.
At
length
from
sheer
exhaustion
he
sank
back
upon
the
grass
;
and
after
a
few
tremulous
shiverings
,
accompanied
by
sighs
heaved
from
the
very
bottom
of
his
breast
,
he
lay
still
,
as
if
the
last
spark
of
life
had
departed
from
his
body
!
The
Galwegian
,
believing
it
so
,
began
uttering
a
series
of
lugubrious
cries
--
the
"
keen
"
of
Connemara
.
"
Stop
yur
gowlin
,
ye
durned
cuss
!
"
cried
Zeb
.
"
It
air
enuf
to
scare
the
breath
out
o
'
his
karkidge
.
He
's
no
more
dead
than
you
air
--
only
fented
.
By
the
way
he
hev
fit
me
,
I
reck
'n
there
ai
n't
much
the
matter
wi
'
him
.
No
,
"
he
continued
,
after
stooping
down
and
giving
a
short
examination
,
"
I
kin
see
no
wound
worth
makin
'
a
muss
about
.
Thur
's
a
consid
'
able
swellin
'
o
'
the
knee
;
but
the
leg
ai
n't
fructered
,
else
he
kud
n't
a
stud
up
on
it
.
As
for
them
scratches
,
they
ai
n't
much
.
What
kin
they
be
?
'
Twarnt
the
jegwur
that
gin
them
.
They
air
more
like
the
claws
o
'
a
tom
cat
.
Ho
,
ho
!
I
sees
now
.
Thur
's
been
a
bit
o
'
a
skrimmage
afore
the
spotted
beest
kim
up
.
The
young
fellur
's
been
attakted
by
coyoats
!
Who
'd
a
surposed
that
the
cowardly
varmints
would
a
had
the
owdacity
to
attakt
a
human
critter
?
But
they
will
,
when
they
gits
the
chance
o
'
one
krippled
as
he
air
--
durn
'em
!
"
The
hunter
had
all
the
talking
to
himself
.
Phelim
,
now
overjoyed
to
know
that
his
master
still
lived
--
and
furthermore
was
in
no
danger
of
dying
--
suddenly
changed
his
melancholy
whine
to
a
jubilant
hullaballoo
,
and
commenced
dancing
over
the
ground
,
all
the
while
snapping
his
fingers
in
the
most
approved
Connemara
fashion
.
His
frenzied
action
provoked
the
hound
to
a
like
pitch
of
excitement
;
and
the
two
became
engaged
in
a
sort
of
wild
Irish
jig
.
Zeb
took
no
notice
of
these
grotesque
demonstrations
;
but
,
once
more
bending
over
the
prostrate
form
,
proceeded
to
complete
the
examination
already
begun
.
Becoming
satisfied
that
there
was
no
serious
wound
,
he
rose
to
his
feet
,
and
commenced
taking
stock
of
the
odd
articles
around
him
.
He
had
already
noticed
the
Panama
hat
,
that
still
adhered
to
the
head
of
the
mustanger
;
and
a
strange
thought
at
seeing
it
there
,
had
passed
through
his
mind
.
