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Cabot then sat on the bloodied ground, trying to catch his breath. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #99)

Cabot, for a human being, was quite strong. Doubtless many are stronger, but, for a human being, he was quite strong. Cabot set his hands between the teeth of the trap and, sweating, straining, eased them a little open, and his hands were covered with blood and torn hair, and the sleen watched him, and Cabot, grunted, fighting for breath, and opened the teeth a bit more, and a little more, and then the sleen, with a scream of pain, drew its useless leg from the trap's jaws, leaving skin and flesh clinging to the teeth, and scrambled away, and Cabot, gratefully, reduced his grip on the jaws of the trap, and then he jerked his fingers away, and it snapped shut, the teeth fitting together, on nothing. Cabot then sat on the bloodied ground, trying to catch his breath. "Are you all right, Master?" asked the slave. "Yes," said Cabot. "Where is the sleen?" "It is gone," said the slave. - (Kur of Gor)