But, further than grabbing them in his arms and embracing them, he took no notice.
There he towered, his head back and chest well out, awaiting the horsemen.

They came, shouting and hooraying.

He faced them defiantly.
Anderson, aglow with excitement, dismounted and aimed a lump of rock at his head, which laid out one of the little dogs.

They pelted him with sticks and stones till their arms were tired, but they might just as well have pelted a dead cow.

Paddy Maloney took out his stirrup.
"Look out!" he cried.