Neewa made no sound, but stood for a moment swiping at his face with both paws, while Miki, still yelling, ran the end of his crucified nose into the ground.

In another moment every fighter in Ahmoo's army was busy.
Suddenly setting up a bawling on his own account Neewa turned tail to the nest and ran.

Miki was not a hair behind him.

In every square inch of his tender hide he felt the red-hot thrust of a needle.

It was Neewa that made the most noise.