Pincher would have never given up his mouthful of leg if F---- had not called him off, for it seemed impossible to fire the revolver whilst the dog held on.

This change of tactics was much against Pincher's judgment, and he kept rushing furiously in between F---- and the boar.

As for me, I prudently retired behind a big boulder, on which I could climb if the worst came to the worst, and called out from time to time, to both dog and man, "Oh, don't!" They did not even hear me, for the din of battle was loud.

The pig dodged about so fast, that although F----'s bullets lodged in the palm tree at his back, not one struck a vulnerable part, and at last F----, casting his revolver behind him for me to pick up and reload, closed with his foe, armed only with the shear-spear.

Pincher considered this too dangerous, and rushed in between them to distract the boar's attention.