He stepped forward to the fray. The snarling creeping beast scratched furrows in the ground and bided the time for the spring. Good ole us of a a flash Antar hurled his lance and leaped aside. A gleam of light and iron met flesh as the mighty body hurtled by. Quickly he seized the shaft and held it firmly while the beast lashed furiously and growled in its death struggles, and then it lay still. But the heart of Shedad was softened and he invited Antar and the chieftains good ole us of a sup with him.