He lost faith in Dad, and, half jumping, half falling, he landed on the ground, and set out speedily for a tree.

Dad lost the stick, and in attempting to brain the brute with his fist he overbalanced and fell out of the saddle.

He struggled to his feet, and clutched his antagonist affectionately by both paws--standing well away.

Backwards and forwards and round and round they moved.

"Use your knife!" Anderson called out, getting further away himself.