The Rajah's Fortress — page 194: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. 183 He was on his feet in an instant, and wheeling about launched himself with a snarl of fury on Goliah’s back, driving his sharp claws into the tough hide. Goliah screamed with rage and pain, and with a futile effort to shake off his tormentor, dashed down the court, rattling the shield over the stony ground. During all this excitement Bolton had mounted to the roof and witnessed the whole affair, lost in admiration of McGore’s cleverness. But now when Goliah dashed off in his flight he realized the im- portance of securing the animal again. “ Goliah will be lost!” hecried. “ He willrush off the edge and get away.” They all made their way hurriedly down. Mo- Gore was ready for the emergency. He had a dozen iron prods heating in the kitchen fire. Half a dozen of these were fitted into iron tipped poles made for the purpose, and then, headed by Mike and Mombagolo, who was an expert in that line of work, they sallied out into the court. Forbes hung in the background. It was one thing to fight dacoits, but quite a different affair to tackle wild animals with nothing more than heated irons. It was a strange fact that in this new excitement the presence of the foe was for the moment for- gotten. When they reached the court Goliah had turned and was rushing back toward the upper end, the COLUM 1OOO SS co