Also, by such ordeals of helplessness and shame, we taught the hunting animals to some extent to keep out of our territory.

And then it was funny.

It was a great game.
And so Lop-Ear and I had chased Saber-Tooth across three miles of forest.

Toward the last he put his tail between his legs and fled from our gibing like a beaten cur.

We did our best to keep up with him; but when we reached the edge of the forest he was no more than a streak in the distance.
I don't know what prompted us, unless it was curiosity; but after playing around awhile, Lop-Ear and I ventured across the open ground to the edge of the rocky hills.