WhenmycomradeandDamianhadseenthebearknockmedownandbeginworryingme，theyrushedtotherescue。Mycomrade，inhishaste，blundered，andinsteadoffollowingthetroddenpath，ranintothedeepsnowandfelldown。Whilehewasstrugglingoutofthesnow，thebearwasgnawingatme。ButDamianjustashewas，withoutagun，andwithonlyastickinhishand，rushedalongthepathshouting:
’He’seatingthemaster！He’seatingthemaster！’
Andasheran，hecalledtothebear:
’Ohyouidiot！Whatareyoudoing？Leaveoff！Leaveoff！’
Thebearobeyedhim，andleavingmeranaway。WhenIrose，therewasasmuchbloodonthesnowasifasheephadbeenkilled，andthefleshhunginragsabovemyeyes，thoughinmyexcitementIfeltnopain。