He held the stool before his face, and when Jupiter made a spring at him, he dodged against him with it.

Two or three blows excited Jupiter's anger to frenzy, and after several efforts he succeeded in clawing Bacchus's face in the most dreadful manner, so that it was with the greatest difficulty he could clear himself.

Desperate with pain and fright, he looked for some way of escape.

The door was shut, and Jupiter, who seemed to be preparing for another attack, was between him and it.

He had but one resource, and that was to spring into Aunt Peggy's great chest, and close the lid to protect himself from another assault.
Occasionally, when nearly suffocated, he would raise the lid to breathe, but Jupiter immediately flew at him in such a furious manner, that he saw it would be at the risk of his life to attempt to escape, and he was obliged to bide his time.