She cried out with fear as he barked an alarm and pounced upon her.

Even though his teeth scratched her bare arm, she did not strike at him.

Not did she cry out again.

She cowered down and trembled and did not fight back.

Keeping his teeth locked in the hold he had got on her flimsy shift, he shook and dragged at her, all the while growling and scolding for her benefit and yelping a high clamour to bring Skipper or the mate.
In the course of the struggle the girl over-balanced on the boxes and tins and the entire heap collapsed.