Then they shut again and through them burst a whine like that of a hurt dog.
Bes had driven his spear into the lion's breast, so deep that the point of it came out through the back.

Still he was not dead, only now it was Bes he sought.

The dwarf ran at him as he reared up again, and casting his great arms about the brute's body, wrestled with him as man with man.
Then it was, for the first time I think, that I learned all the Ethiopian's strength.

For he, a dwarf, threw that lion on its back and thrusting his big head beneath the jaws, struggled with it madly.

I was up, the knife still in my hand, and oh! I too was strong.