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By this time, however, the wolf had broken through Ivan's guard, and he was now on his back with his right arm in the grip of his ferocious enemy. The mother had not a knife, but she had a long steel skewer she used for sticking into a tree as a means of fastening one end of her washing line. She wore it hanging to her girdle, and it was quite by a miracle it had not run into her when she fell. "Take care, mother," Ivan cried, as she raised it ready to strike; "remember, it is Olga." BY THIS TIME HOWEVER THE WOLF HAD BROKEN THROUGH IVAN'S GUARD AND HE WAS NOW ON HIS BACK WITH HIS RIGHT ARM IN THE GRIP OF HIS FEROCIOUS ENEMY THE MOTHER HAD NOT A KNIFE BUT SHE HAD A LONG STEEL SKEWER SHE USED FOR STICKING INTO A TREE AS A MEANS OF FASTENING ONE END OF HER WASHING LINE SHE WORE IT HANGING TO HER GIRDLE AND IT WAS QUITE BY A MIRACLE THAT HAD NOT RUN INTO HER WHEN SHE FELL TAKE CARE MOTHER IVAN CRIED AS SHE RAISED IT READY TO STRIKE REMEMBER IT IS OLGA
ting, slipped over the brink, and falling some ten or more feet, broke one of her legs and otherwise bruised herself. For some seconds she was unconscious, and the first sight that met her eyes on coming to was Ivan kneeling on the ground, feebly endeavouring to hold at bay a gaunt grey wolf that had already bitten him about the legs and thigh, and was now trying hard to fix its wicked white fangs into his throat. "Help me, mother!" Ivan gasped; "I'm getting exhausted. It's Olga." "Olga!" the mother screamed, making frantic efforts to come to his assistance. "Olga! what do you mean?" "It's all owing to a flower--a white flower," Ivan panted; "Olga would pluck it, and no sooner had she fixed it on her dress than she turned into a wolf! Quick, quick! I can't hold it off any longer." Thus adjured the wretched woman made a terrific effort to rise, and failing in this, clenched her teeth, and, lying down, rolled over and over till she arrived at the spot where the struggle was taking place. R HELP FLEW TO THE PIT AND MISSING HER FOOTING SLIPPED OVER THE BRINK AND FALLING SOME TEN OR MORE FEET BROKE ONE OF HER LEGS AND OTHERWISE BRUISED HERSELF FOR SOME SECONDS SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS AND THE FIRST SIGHT THAT MET HER EYES ON COMING TO WAS IVAN KNEELING ON THE GROUND FEEBLY ENDEAVORING TO HOLD AT BAY A GAUNT GRAY WOLF THAT HAD ALREADY BITTEN HIM ABOUT THE LEGS AND THIGH AND WAS NOW TRYING HARD TO FIX ITS WICKED WHITE FANGS INTO HIS THROAT HELP ME MOTHER IVAN GASPED I'M GETTING EXHAUSTED IT'S OLGER OLGER THE MOTHER SCREAMED MAKING FRANTIC EFFORTS TO COME TO HIS ASSISTANCE OLGER WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S ALL OWING TO A FLOWER A WHITE FLOWER IVAN PANTED OLGA WOULD PLUCK IT AND NO SOONER HAD SHE FIXED IT ON HER DRESS THAN SHE TURNED INTO A WOLF QUICK QUICK I CAN'T HOLD IT OFF ANY LONGER THUS ADJURED THE WRETCHED WOMAN MADE A TERRIFIC EFFORT TO RISE AND FAILING IN THIS CLENCHED HER TEETH AND LYING DOWN ROLLED OVER AND OVER TILL SHE ARRIVED AT THE SPOT WHERE THE STRUGGLE WAS TAKING PLACE
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