A pair of jaws seized him in the groin, and a shock of agony swept through him.

It was a death-grip, sinking steadily into his vitals.

Just in time another pair of jaws seized the wolf who held him, and the hold in his groin gave way.

In that moment Miki felt himself plunging down the steep side of the knoll, and after him came a half of what was left alive of the pack.
The fighting devils in Miki's brain gave way all at once to that cunning of the fox which had served him even more than claw and fang in times of great danger.

Scarcely had he reached the plain before he was on his feet, and no sooner had he touched his feet than he was off like the wind in direction of the river.