Dog-like he was making straight for me, and there was no possibility whatever of his being able to scramble up the steep side.

I shouted to call his attention, and tried to motion to him to swim toward shallow water, but the Zulu would not let my arms free, and the dog only thought I was urging him to hurry.
Schillingschen found a stick and came back to give me a hammering with it just at the moment when a crocodile saw "Crinkle." A blow landed on my head, cut my forehead, and sent the blood down into my eyes at the same moment that I heard the dog's yelp of agony; and next time I looked at the pond there was a tiny whirlpool on the surface, slightly tinged with red.
"You swine!" I shouted at Schillingschen, trying to break loose and attack him.

For answer he raised his cudgel in both hands and stood on tiptoe to get leverage.

If that blow had landed it must have broken something, for he was strong as a gorilla; but somebody shouted--I recognized Fred's voice, and in another second he and Will charged down on us.

Schillingschen turned about to strike Fred instead of me, but Will's fist hit him on the ear and split it.