Another time, though they did not save her from the ground, they broke her fall.

Still another time, so fiercely did he snap her from the branch, she was flung clear across a gap into another tree.

It was remarkable, the way she gripped and saved herself.

Only when driven to it did she seek the temporary safety of the thin branches.

But she was so tired that she could not otherwise avoid him, and time after time she was compelled to take to the thin branches.
Still the chase went on, and still the Folk screeched, beat their chests, and gnashed their teeth.