Then a doubt took it, its huge paws sank until it sat like a begging dog, sniffing the wind.

At this moment Ragnar came back shouting, and hurled his spear.

It stuck in the beast's chest and hung there.

The bear began to feel for it with its paws, and, catching the shaft, lifted it to its mouth and champed it, thus dragging the steel from its hide.
Then it bethought it of Steinar, and, sinking down, discovered him, and tore at the birch tree under which he had crept till the splinters flew from its trunk.

Just then I reached it, having seen all.