Denys caught at Gerard, and somewhat checked his fall; but it may be doubted whether this alone would have saved him from breaking his neck, or a limb.

His best friend now was the dying bear, on whose hairy carcass his head and shoulders descended.

Denys tore him off her.

It was needless.

She panted still, and her limbs quivered, but a hare was not so harmless; and soon she breathed her last; and the judicious Denys propped Gerard up against her, being soft, and fanned him.