But nevertheless he was keeping the bear and her young ones at bay by his bold threatening looks, so that they only crept round him, growling angrily; every moment ready for a fierce attack, but as often driven back affrighted at the majestic air by which he conquered even when defenceless.
"Oh! what a hero would there have perished!" groaned Sintram, "and through whose guilt ?" In an instant his spear flew with so true an aim that the bear fell weltering in her blood; the young ones ran away howling.
The baron looked up with surprise.

His countenance beamed as the light of the moon fell upon it, grave and stern, yet mild, like some angelic vision.

"Come down!" he beckoned; and Sintram slid down the side of the precipice, full of anxious haste.

He was going to attend to the wounded man, but Folko said, "First cut off the head and claws of the bear which I slew.

I promised to bring the spoils of the chase to my lovely Gabrielle.