02-the son of the wolf-第4部分
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the circle。 Not only in reach and stature had the Bear the advantage
of him; but his blade was longer by a good two inches。 'Scruff'
Mackenzie had looked into the eyes of men before; and he knew it was a
man who stood against him; yet he quickened to the glint of light on
the steel; to the dominant pulse of his race。
Time and again he was forced to the edge of the fire or the deep
snow; and time and again; with the foot tactics of the pugilist; he
worked back to the center。 Not a voice was lifted in encouragement;
while his antagonist was heartened with applause; suggestions; and
warnings。 But his teeth only shut the tighter as the knives clashed
together; and he thrust or eluded with a coolness born of conscious
strength。 At first he felt compassion for his enemy; but this fled
before the primal instinct of life; which in turn gave way to the lust
of slaughter。 The ten thousand years of culture fell from him; and
he was a cave…dweller; doing battle for his female。
Twice he pricked the Bear; getting away unscathed; but the third
time caught; and to save himself; free hands closed on fighting hands;
and they came together。 Then did he realize the tremendous strength of
his opponent。 His muscles were knotted in painful lumps; and cords and
tendons threatened to snap with the strain; yet nearer and nearer came
the Russian steel。 He tried to break away; but only weakened
himself。 The fur…clad circle closed in; certain of and anxious to
see the final stroke。 But with wrestler's trick; swinging partly to
the side; he struck at his adversary with his head。 Involuntarily
the Bear leaned back; disturbing his center of gravity。 Simultaneous
with this; Mackenzie tripped properly and threw his whole weight
forward; hurling him clear through the circle into the deep snow。
The Bear floundered out and came back full tilt。
'O my husband!' Zarinska's voice rang out; vibrant with danger。
To the twang of a bow…string; Mackenzie swept low to the ground; and
a bone…barbed arrow passed over him into the breast of the Bear; whose
momentum carried him over his crouching foe。 The next instant
Mackenzie was up and about。 The bear lay motionless; but across the
fire was the Shaman; drawing a second arrow。
Mackenzie's knife leaped short in the air。 He caught the heavy blade
by the point。 There was a flash of light as it spanned the fire。
Then the Shaman; the hilt alone appearing without his throat; swayed
and pitched forward into the glowing embers。
Click! Click!… the Fox had possessed himself of Thling…Tinneh's
rifle and was vainly trying to throw a shell into place。 But he
dropped it at the sound of Mackenzie's laughter。
'So the Fox has not learned the way of the plaything? He is yet a
woman。 Come! Bring it; that I may show thee!'
The Fox hesitated。
'Come; I say!'
He slouched forward like a beaten cur。
'Thus; and thus; so the thing is done。' A shell flew into place
and the trigger was at cock as Mackenzie brought it to shoulder。
'The Fox has said great deeds were afoot this night; and he spoke
true。 There have been great deeds; yet least among them were those
of the Fox。 Is he still intent to take Zarinska to his lodge? Is he
minded to tread the trail already broken by the Shaman and the Bear?
No? Good!'
Mackenzie turned contemptuously and drew his knife from the priest's
throat。
'Are any of the young men so minded? If so; the Wolf will take
them by two and three till none are left。 No? Good! Thling…Tinneh; I
now give thee this rifle a second time。 If; in the days to come;
thou shouldst journey to the Country of the Yukon; know thou that
there shall always be a place and much food by the fire of the Wolf。
The night is now passing into the day。 I go; but I may come again。 And
for the last time; remember the Law of the Wolf!'
He was supernatural in their sight as he rejoined Zarinska。 She took
her place at the head of the team; and the dogs swung into motion。 A
few moments later they were swallowed up by the ghostly forest。 Till
now Mackenzie had waited; he slipped into his snow…shoes to follow。
'Has the Wolf forgotten the five long plugs?'
Mackenzie turned upon the Fox angrily; then the humor of it struck
him。
'I will give thee one short plug。'
'As the Wolf sees fit;' meekly responded the Fox; stretching out his
hand。