The movements of both were so lively that Samson had to step like a dancer to keep clear of them.

The bear, in sore trouble, leaped toward him and the swaying basket touched the side of the man.

Back into the bushes and out again they struggled, Sambo keeping his hold.

A more curious and ludicrous sight never gladdened the eye of a hunter.

Samson had found it hard to get a chance to shoot at the noisy, swift torrent of fur.