The boy's strength was going fast; the beast was crushing in his chest.
"Oh, God, help me!" he gasped, as the antlered fiend began again struggling for the freedom of those murderous horns.

The brute was almost free, when the ravens rose with loud croaks, and out of the woods dashed another to join the fight.

A smaller deer?
No; what?
Rolf knew not, nor how, but in a moment there was a savage growl and Skookum had the murderer by the hind leg.

Worrying and tearing he had not the strength to throw the deer, but his teeth were sharp, his heart was in his work, and when he transferred his fierce attack to parts more tender still, the buck, already spent, reared, wheeled, and fell.

Before he could recover Skookum pounced upon him by the nose and hung on like a vice.