struck him backwards to the earth. But there he would not say, for,

rising before I could smite again, once more he sprang at me. This

time I leaped aside and struck downwards, and the blow fell upon his

right leg and broke it, so that he could spring no more. Yet he ran at

me on three feet, and, though the club fell on his side, he seized me

with his teeth, biting through that leather bag, which was wound about

my middle, into the flesh behind. Then I yelled with pain and rage,

and lifting the Watcher endways, drove it down with both hands, as a