And as he came, his wings apparently motionless, he gathered greater and greater speed, and shot like a rocket straight for the lambs.

He seemed to have come and gone like a great shadow, and just one plaintive, agonized bleat marked his passing-and two little lambs were left where there had been three.
There was instant commotion on the slide.

The ewes began to run back and forth and bleat excitedly.

The three rams sprang up and stood like rocks, their huge battlemented heads held high as they scanned the depths below them and the peaks above for new danger.
One of them saw Thor, and the deep, grating bleat of warning that rattled out of his throat a hunter could have heard a mile away.

As he gave his danger signal he started down the slide, and in another moment an avalanche of hoofs was clattering down the steep shale slope, loosening small stones and boulders that went tumbling and crashing down the mountain with a din that steadily increased as they set others in motion on the way.