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Cabot extracted his makeshift spear from its ensconcement within the ropes of the raft, and held it, crouching down. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #191)

Blood spread into the water. "We are done," said Grendel. "There is blood! These things can smell that from a pasang away!" Grendel stood, the ax ready, lest the large aquatic predator approach anew. Cabot extracted his makeshift spear from its ensconcement within the ropes of the raft, and held it, crouching down. He saw a stirring in the water, as of a large body but a yard or so below its surface, approaching smoothly, unhurried. Another head, the shorter, wider head, on the shorter neck, emerged behind Cabot and he, alerted by the tiny sound, spun about, and, crouched down, jabbed at the head, over the slave's prone body, and the point of the stick, blackened, and fire-hardened, but perhaps over sharpened, intended not for such an application, but for the penetration of more yielding targets, say, Kurii, snapped against the jaw, much as if it might have been plunged against rock. Cabot drew back the splintered weapon. - (Kur of Gor)