The lynx sprang from his ambush, seized the beaver by the back, and held on; but the beaver was double the lynx's weight, the bank was steep and slippery, the struggling animals kept rolling down hill, nearer and nearer the hole.

Then, on the very edge, the beaver gave a great plunge, and splashed into the water with the lynx clinging to its back.

At once they disappeared, and the hunters rushed to the place, expecting them to float up and be an easy prey; but they did not float.

At length it was clear that the pair had gone under the ice, for in water the beaver was master.
After five minutes it was certain that the lynx must be dead.

Quonab cut a sapling and made a grappler.