He turned with a roar and charged the bluff again.
This was what we wanted.

The fight had become a game, and we took huge delight in pelting him.
But this attack did not last long.

He quickly recovered his common sense, and besides, our missiles were shrewd to hurt.

Vividly do I recollect the vision of one bulging eye of his, swollen almost shut by one of the stones we had thrown.

And vividly do I retain the picture of him as he stood on the edge of the forest whither he had finally retreated.