Papayuchisew hung valiantly on, and when they reached the bottom he still had his grip on Baree's ear.
Baree's nose was bleeding.

His ear felt as if it were being pulled from his head; and in this uncomfortable moment a newly awakened instinct made Baby Papayuchisew discover his wings as a fighting asset.

An owl has never really begun to fight until he uses his wings, and with a joyous hissing, Papayuchisew began beating his antagonist so fast and so viciously that Baree was dazed.

He was compelled to close his eyes, and he snapped blindly.

For the first time since the battle began he felt a strong inclination to get away.