The professor stooped down to pat him, rubbed his ear a moment to get the dog's confidence, and then seized him suddenly by both hind legs.

I saw what he intended too late.
"Stop, or I'll kill you!" I shouted, and made a rush at him.

But he swung the yelping dog and hurled him far out into the pool.
A second later my fist crashed into his face and he staggered backward.
A second later yet the dumb Zulu pinned my elbows from behind and set his knee into the small of my back with such terrific force that I yelled with pain.

Then Schillingschen approached me and began to try to drive my teeth in with unaccustomed fists.

He loosened my front teeth, but cut his own knuckles, so began looking about for a stick.
Strangely enough my own attention was less fixed on Schillingschen than on the wretched "Crinkle" swimming frantically for shore.