From the end of the branch to the ground it must have been seventy feet, and nothing intervened to break a fall.
But about twenty feet lower down, and fully fifteen feet out from the perpendicular, was the thick branch of another tree.
As we ran out the limb, Broken-Tooth, facing us, would begin teetering.
This naturally impeded our progress; but there was more in the teetering than that.

He teetered with his back to the jump he was to make.

Just as we nearly reached him he would let go.

The teetering branch was like a spring-board.

It threw him far out, backward, as he fell.