But he could not at once recover his weapon, which stuck in the skull of his foe, and a huge mastiff, seeing him thus hampered, flew at him next.
Now Lina, who had shown herself so brave upon the road thither, had grown shy upon entering the city, and kept always at Curdie's heel.

But it was her turn now.

The moment she saw her master in danger she seemed to go mad with rage.

As the mastiff jumped at Curdie's throat, Lina flew at him, seized him with her tremendous jaws, gave one roaring grind, and he lay beside the bulldog with his neck broken.

They were the best dogs in the market, after the judgement of the butchers of Gwyntystorm.