Twice he had pursued wounded cranes, yapping at the top of his voice, AND THEY HAD RUN FROM HIM.

He did not bark or yelp now.

Like a flash he launched himself into the feathered mass of the owl.

His fourteen pounds of flesh and bone landed with the force of a stone, and Oohoomisew was torn from his hold and flung with a great flutter of wings upon his side.
Before he could recover his balance Miki was at him again, striking full at his head, where he had struck at the wounded crane.

Oohoomisew went flat on his back--and for the first time Miki let out of his throat a series of savage and snarling yelps.