But he could do neither.
Slowly Challoner worked his fingers to the loose hide at the back of Neewa's neck.

Miki, surmising that something momentous was about to happen, watched the proceedings with popping eyes.

Then Challoner's fingers closed and the next instant he dragged Neewa forth and held him at arm's length, kicking and squirming, and setting up such a bawling that in sheer sympathy Miki raised his voice and joined in the agonized orgy of sound.

Half a minute later Challoner had Neewa once more in the prison-sack, but this time he left the cub's head protruding, and drew in the mouth of the sack closely about his neck, fastening it securely with a piece of babiche string.

Thus three quarters of Neewa was imprisoned in the sack, with only his head sticking out.