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There, among the rocks, the bob-cat faced them, driven to bay. With ears flattened, eyes glaring, and lips drawn back in an ugly snarl, it crouched before the dog. It kept up a constant low, rumbling growl, which was defiantly answered by Moze. The old hound knew too much to rush recklessly into close quarters, and contented himself with circling about the ugly cat and so holding its attention. The bob-cat was indeed, as Bill had judged, a large one. Neither Ed nor George had ever seen such a ferocious-looking wild animal before, and it seemed to grow in size and ugliness while they stared at it, squatting there in the glow of the lantern, its whole body quivering with rage.

It drew back as though to spring when the guide approached, and Bill called a warning. Ben cautiously retreated a few paces, and the bob-cat relaxed somewhat, growling so fiercely that the boys involuntarily moved several feet nearer Bill.

Moze rushed forward, but instantly jumped back when the watchful creature struck a savage blow at his head.