further adventures of lad-第25节
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his throat。 Looking down to the ledge he saw Cyril was no longer its sole occupant。 Crouched at the opening of a crevice； not ten feet from the unseeing child； was something bulky and sinister； a mere menacing blur against the darker rock。
Crawling home to its lair； supper…less and frantic with hunger； after a day of fruitless hunting through the dead forest world； a giant wildcat had been stirred from its first fitful slumber in the ledge's crevice by the impact of the child upon the heap of leaves。 The human scent had startled the creature and it had slunk farther back into the crevice。 The more so when the bark and inimical odor of a big dog were added to the shattering of the ravine's solitude。
Then the dog had gone away。 Curiosity；the besetting trait of the cat tribe；had mastered the crevice's dweller。 The wildcat had wriggled noiselessly forward a little way； to learn what manner of enemy had invaded its lair。 And； peering out； it had beheld a spindling child； a human atom； without strength or weapon。
Fear changed to fury in the bob…cat's feline heart。 Here was no opponent； but a mere item of prey。 And； with fury； stirred long…unsatisfied hunger； the famine hunger of mid…winter which makes the folk of the wilderness risk capture or death by raiding guarded hencoops。
Out from the crevice stole the wildcat。 Its ears were flattened close to its evil head。 Its yellow eyes were mere slits of fire。 Its claws unsheathed themselves from the furry pads；long； hooked claws； capable of disemboweling a grown deer at one sabre…stroke of the muscular hindlegs。 Into the rubble and litter of the ledge the claws sank； and receded； in rhythmic motion。
The compact yellow body tightened into a ball。 The back quivered。 The feet braced themselves。 The cat was gauging its distance and making ready for a murder…spring。 Cyril； his head turned the other way； was still peering up along the cliff…edge for sight of Lad。
This was what Lad's scent and hearing；and perhaps something else；had warned him of； in that instant of the wind's eddying shift。 And this was the scene he looked down upon； now； from the ravine…lip； five feet above。
The collie brain；though never the collie heart；is wont to flash back； in moments of mortal stress； to the ancestral wolf。 Never in his own life had Sunnybank Lad set eyes on a wildcat。 But； in the primal forests； wolf and bob…cat had perforce met and clashed； a thousand times。 There they had begun and had waged the eternal cat…and…dog feud； of the ages。
Ancestry now told Lad that there is perhaps no more murderously dangerous foe than an angry wildcat。 Ancestry also told him a wolf's one chance of certain victory in such a contest。 Ancestry's aid was not required； to tell him the mortal peril awaiting this human child who had so grievously and causelessly tormented him。 But the great loyal heart； in this stark moment； took no thought of personal grudges。 There was but one thing to do；one perilous； desperate chance to take； if the child were to be saved。
The wildcat sprang。
Such a leap could readily have carried it across double the space which lay between it and Cyril。 But not one…third of that space was covered in the lightning pounce。
From the upper air；apparently from nowhere；a huge shaggy body launched itself straight downward。 As unerringly as the swoop of an eagle； the down…whizzing bulk flew。 It smote the leaping wildcat； in mid…flight。
A set of mighty jaws；jaws that could crack a beef…bone as a man cracks a filbert；clove deep and unerringly into the cat's back； just behind the shoulders。 And those jaws flung all their strength into the ravening grip。
A squall；hideous in its unearthly clangor；split the night silences。 The maddened cat whirled about； spitting and yowling； and set its foaming teeth in the dog's fur…armored shoulder。 But before the terrible curved claws could be called into action； Lad's rending jaws had done their work upon the spine。
To the verge of the narrow ledge the two combatants had rolled in their unloving embrace。 Its last lurch of agony carped the stricken wildcat over the edge and out the ninety…foot drop into the ravine。 Lad was all…but carried along with his adversary。 He clawed wildly with his toes for a purchase on the smooth cliff wall； over which his hindquarters had slipped。 For a second he hung； swaying； above the abyss。
Cyril； scared into semi…insanity by sight of the sudden brief battle； had caught up a stick from the rubbish at his feet。 With this； not at all knowing what he did； he smote the struggling Lad with every atom of his feeble force； over the head。
Luckily for the gallant dog； the stick was rotten。 It broke； in the blow； but not before its impact had well…nigh destroyed Lad's precarious balance。
One clawing hindfoot found toe…room in a flaw of rock。 A tremendous heave of all his strained muscles； and Lad was scrambling to safety on the ledge。
Cyril's last atom of vigor and resistance had gone into that panic blow at the dog。 Now； the child had flung himself helplessly down； against the wall of the ledge； and was weeping in delirious hysterics。 Lad moved over to him； hesitated a moment； looking wistfully upward at the solid ground above。 Then； he seemed to decide which way his duty pointed。 Lying down beside the freezing child； he pressed his great shaggy body close to Cyril's； protecting him from the swirling snow and from the worst of the cold。
The dog's dark； deep…set eyes roved watchfully toward the crevice； alert for sign of any other marauder that might issue forth。 His own shaggy shoulder was hurting him； annoyingly； from the wildcat's bite。 But to this he gave no heed。 Closer yet； he pressed his warm； furry body to the ice…cold youngster； fending off the elements as valorously as he had fended off the wildcat。
The warmth of the great body began to penetrate Cyril's numbed senses。 The child snuggled to the dog； gratefully。 Lad's pink tongue licked caressingly at the white face； and the collie whimpered crooning sympathy to the little sufferer。
So； for a time the dog and the child lay there； Cyril's numb body warming under the contact。
Then； at a swift intake of the windy air； Lad's whimper changed to a thunder of wild barking。 His nostrils had told him of the search party's approach； a few hundred yards to the windward。
Their dispiritingly aimless hunt changing into a scrambling rush in the direction whence came the faint…heard barks； the searchers trooped toward the ledge。
〃Here we are！〃 shrilled the child； as the Master's halloo sounded directly above。 〃Here we are！ Down here！ Aa lion tackled us； awhile back。 But we licked him；I and Laddie！〃
CHAPTER VII。 The Juggernaut
Long shadows were stretching lazily athwart the lawn from the gnarled old giant trees。 Over the whole drowsing world brooded the solemn hush of late summer afternoon。
An amber light hung in the sleepy air； touching with gold the fire…blue lake； the circle of lovingly protecting green hills； the emerald slope which billowed up from the water…edge to the red…roofed gray house in its setting of ancient oaks。
On the bare flooring； in the coolest corner of the veranda； two collies lay sprawled。 They were fast asleep； which means that they were ready to come back to complete wakefulness at the first untoward sound。
Of the two slumbrous collies； one was slenderly graceful of outline； gold…and…white of hue。 She was Lady； imperious and temperamental wisp of thoroughbred caninity。
The second dog had been crowded out of the shadiest spot of the veranda； by his mate； so that a part of his burnished mahogany coat was under the direct glare of the afternoon sun。 Shimmering orange tints blazed back the reflection of the torrid light。
He was Sunnybank Lad； eighty…pound collie； tawny and powerful； with absurdly tiny white forepaws and with a Soul looking out from his deep…set dark eyes。 Chum and housemate he was to his two human gods；a dog； alone of all worshipers； having the privilege of looking on the face of his gods and of communing with them without the medium of priest or of prayer。
Lady； only； of the Place's bevy of Little People； refused from earliest puppyhood to acknowledge Lad's benevolent rulership。 She bossed and teased and pestered him； unmercifully。 And Lad not only let her do all this； but he actually reveled in it。 She was his mate。 More；she was his idol。 This idolizing of one mate； by the way； is far less uncommon among dogs than we mere humans realize。
The summer afternoon hush was split by the whirring chug of a motor…car； that turned in from the highroad； two hundred yards beyond the house； and started down through the oak grove； along the winding driveway。 Immediately； Lady was not only awake； but on her feet； and in motion。 A furry gold…white whirlwind； she flashed off of the vine…shaded veranda and tore at top speed up the hill to meet the coming car。
No； it was not the Mistress and the Master whose approach stirred the fiery little collie to lightning activity。 Lad knew the purr of the Place's car and he could distinguish it from any other； as far as his sensitive ears could catch its sound。 But to Lady； all cars were alike； and all were signals for wild excitement。
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