They scattered back in too great haste to do any more shooting.

Satan, aroused by the one shot, was snarling and panting to be let out.

Joan heard, and ran to let him out; and thereat the tragedy was averted, and the comedy began.
Rifles and spears were dropped or flung aside in a wild scramble for the protection of the cocoanut palms.

Satan multiplied himself.

Never had he been free to tear and rend such a quantity of black flesh before, and he bit and snapped and rushed the flying legs till the last pair were above his head.