So now, as Chester crept toward the inert form of the war
correspondent, the cats, not perceiving this new enemy--so intent were
they upon the body of Stubbs--also approached quietly. Two of the
animals were now directly above the body of Stubbs, and stood switching
their tails on the limb of a large tree that overhung the roadway. The
third was close behind.
Snarling, with bared claws and outstretched legs, the first cat leaped.
In a moment the others followed.
Stubbs had been lying upon his face, and all three of the hungry animals
lighted squarely upon his back. Instantly the war correspondent lost all
resemblance to a dead man, and the man and cats became a panting,
struggling, rolling heap.
As Stubbs cried out in alarm, Chester--still some distance away--raised
his head and quickly realized the struggle that was taking place.
Throwing caution to the winds, he sprang to his feet and with a shout
charged the feline foes.
The war correspondent was fighting off his biting, clawing assailants as
best he could; but the very fact that the cats clung to his back was a
point in their favor.
Pages:
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65