They went a few dozen yards through fairly open woodland， keeping a sharp look.out. Then they came to a place where the undergrowth thickened and they hadto pass nearer to it. Just as they were passing the place， there came a sudden something that snarled and flashed， rising out from the breaking twigs like a thunderbolt. Lucy was knocked down and winded， hearing the twang of a bowstring as she fell. When she was able to take notice of things again， she saw a great grim.looking grey bear lying dead with Trumpkin’s arrow in its side.
“The DLF beat you in that shooting match， Su，” said Peter， with a slightly forced smile. Even he had been shaken by this adventure.
“I.I left it too late，” said Susan， in an embarrassed voice. “I was so afraid it might be， you know.one of our kind of bears， a talking bear.” She hated killing things.
“That‘s the trouble of it，” said Trumpkin， “when most of the beasts have gone enemy and gone dumb， but there are still some of the other kind left. You never know， and you daren’t wait to see.”