He sprang to the stove, snatched up a length of firewood, and in another moment was at the door.

As he opened it and ran out he heard Celie's wild appeal for him to stop.

It was almost a scream.

Before he had taken a dozen steps from the cabin he realized what the warning meant.

The pack had seen him and from the end of the corral came rushing at him in a thick mass.
This time Bram Johnson's voice did not stop them.