And from branch to branch, and from tree to tree, we followed overhead, making an infernal row and warning all the forest-dwellers that old Saber-Tooth was coming.
We spoiled his hunting for him, anyway.

And we made him good and angry.
He snarled at us and lashed his tail, and sometimes he paused and stared up at us quietly for a long time, as if debating in his mind some way by which he could get hold of us.

But we only laughed and pelted him with twigs and the ends of branches.
This tiger-baiting was common sport among the folk.

Sometimes half the horde would follow from overhead a tiger or lion that had ventured out in the daytime.

It was our revenge; for more than one member of the horde, caught unexpectedly, had gone the way of the tiger's belly or the lion's.