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It tore at the fine wire with its thick digits but they could not slip beneath it. I flung myself backward off the beam and the wire pulled the kur from the side of the ship until it hung, struggling, I hanging a few feet below it. It flung out its paws but could grasp on nothing. It tried to hold the wire, and climb on it, or relieve the pressure on its throat, but its great paws slipped on the slender strand; then its weight began to pull me upward; I, hands knotted in the insulated portion of the wire, kicked the kur back as it reached for me; then I was above it, being drawn by its weight to the height of the beam; the shoulders of the kur were mantled in red; blood ran heavily from its throat, in throbbing, gigantic ebullitions; I braced myself, head down, feet pressed up against the beam, to hold the kur in place; then, without warning, the wire parted; when the wire parted I was almost horizontal to the beam, trying to keep from being pulled over it, trying to hold the kur; the force of my legs, relieved suddenly of the counter tension of the kur's weight, flung me back, almost to the other side of the ship, and I slid down a few feet and caught some piping. The kur, striking four times, fell some sixty or seventy feet, to the lowest level of the ship, past the door, well below the level of the sand outside. I looked to the dials. The fifth sweep, on the fifth dial, was almost vertical. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter )