The big end of it missed him; the smaller end landed against his neck and shoulder, driving him back into the gloom with such force and suddenness that the man thought he had done for him.

He called out loudly to Makoki that he had killed a young wolf or a fox, and dashed out into the darkness.
The club had knocked Miki fairly into the heart of a thick ground spruce.

There he lay, making no sound, with a terrible pain in his shoulder.

Between himself and the fire he saw the man bend over and pick up the club.

He saw Makoki hurrying toward him with ANOTHER club, and under his shelter he made himself as small as he could.