And, in practically the same fraction of a second, he had flashed
back to the attack.
Diving in under the other's surprisingly agile arms, he slashed
the bear's stomach with one of his razorlike eyeteeth; then spun
to one side and was out of reach. Down came the bear, on all
fours; raging from the slash. Lurching forward, he flung his huge
bulk at the dog. Lad flashed out of reach, but with less leeway
than he would have expected. For Bruin, for all his awkwardness,
could move with bewildering speed.
And, as the bear turned, Lad was at him again, nipping the hairy
flank, till his teeth met in its fat; and then diving as before
under the lunging body of the foe.
It was at this point the Master hove in sight. He was just in
time to see the flank-bite and to see Lad dance out of reach of
the furious counter. It was an interesting spectacle, there in
the gray dawn and in the primeval forest's depths;--this battle
between a gallant dog and a ragingly angry bear. If the dog had
been other than his own loved chum, the Master might have stood
there and watched its outcome.
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