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Chapter 6 MARSA'S GUARDIANS.

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e where was the pavilion he had spoken of to Marsa. He looked to see whether the windows of the pavilion were lighted, or whether there were a line of light under the do

ll. Then, hearing him and frightened a

l walk, he perceived odd, creeping shadows, which the moon, emerging from a cloud, showed to be dogs, enormous dogs, with their ears

flash of electricity: "Ah! this is Marsa's answe

, she was wa

elbows to ward off their ferocious attacks. With a sudden tightening of the muscles he repulsed the Danish hounds, wh

nko had n

bellies of the maddened animals; but he had nothing! Was h

ize him as a thief? At all events, that would be comparative safety; at least, they woul

y in the jaws, now staggered back, Ortog having leaped at his throat. By a rapid movement of recoil, the young man managed to avoid being

the jaws of the animal, whose hot, reeking breath struck him full in the face. With wild, staring eyes, and summoning up, in an instinct of despair, all his strength and courage, he buried his fingers in Ortog's neck, and drove his nails through the skin of the colossus, which struck and beat with his paws against the young man's breast. The dog

hrow him to the ground. A slip, and all would be over; if he should fall upon the gr

ness passed away. The unfortunate man still clutched, as in a death- grip, Ortog's shaggy neck, and he perceived that the struggles of the dog were no longer of the same terrible violence; the eyes of the ferocious brut

o renew the onslaught, ready, as he was, to spring at his enemy's throat at the first false step; but the other, Bundas, with open mouth, still sprang at Michel, who repelled, with his left arm, the attacks

tle with Ortog, and the blood he had lost, his whole left side being gashed as with cuts from a knife, weakened him. He calculated, th

l's body, he clung with his teeth to the young man's lacerated ar

o him, and ran rapidly backward, carrying with him the fu

roping in the darkness with his free hand, he found the key, turned

chel freed his arm from Bundas, forcing his fingers and nails into the animal's ears; and the moment he had thrown the brute to the

de of the wooden partition which now separated him from death-and what a death! erect upon their hind legs, like rampant, heraldic anima

thought came to him that he must go; but how was he to drag himself to the place where Pierre was waiting for him? It was

he bones had been crushed by the wheel of some machine. He sought for his handkerchief, and enveloped his bleeding arm in it, tying the ends of it with his teeth. Then he tottered

e avenue, the arch of the old bridge near which the coupe had stopped. One effort more, a few steps, and he was there! He was afraid

he murmured

achman, who was doubtless asleep on his box. Once more he gathered together his strength, called again, and advanced a little, saying to himself that a step or tw

n to his master, lifted him up, and carried him to the carriage. As the light of the lamps fell on the torn and b

e you been?" he exclaimed

place me i

e doctors her

Paris-I do not wish any one to know-To P

nd forced a few drops between his lips; and, when the Count had recovered, he wh

this. Curse the women! They mak

k when the cou

passed the barrier, a

ish I was in the place of t

returned

losophically: "Poor foo

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