He staggered to the wall, and then came to the floor in a heap as the bear lurched downwards and fell over on its side, dead.
Christine had come to kill the beast and, perhaps, the man.

The man had saved her life, and now she had saved his; and together they had killed the bear which had maltreated Tom Ferrol.
Castine's eyes were fixed on the dead beast.

Everything was gone from him now--even the way to his meagre livelihood; and the cause of it all, as he in his blind, unnatural way thought, was this girl before him--this girl and her people.

Her back was towards the door.

Anger and passion were both at work in him at once.
"Chris," he said, "Chris, let's call it even-eh?
Let's make it up.
Chris, ma cherie, don't you remember when we used to meet, and was fond of each other?
Let's make it up and leave here--now--to-night-eh?
"I'm not so poor, after all.