"They all belong to the same family, you know.

Some old American hunters would call it a painter." "Never mind what it is," said Dora, with a shudder.

"I am thankful that it is dead." "You can be thankful that it didn't chew Dick up," added Tom.

"He was in a tight corner, I can tell you that." "I didn't want to shoot until I was certain of what I was shooting at," answered Dick.

"Then, just as I fired, the beast leaped for me.
If I hadn't wounded it, it would have had me by the throat sure.