The fangs of one clashed with his, cutting the lips of both of them, and the lighter dog recoiled from the impact.

The other succeeded in taking Michael in flank, fetching blood and hurt with his teeth.

With an instant curve, that was almost spasmodic, of his body, Michael flung his flank clear, leaving the other's mouth full of his hair, and at the same moment drove his teeth through an ear till they met.

The fox-terrier, with a shrill yelp of pain, sprang back so impetuously as to ribbon its ear as Michael's teeth combed through it.
The first terrier was back upon him, and he was whirling to meet it, when a new and equally unprovoked assault was made upon him.

This time it was Captain Duncan, in a rage at sight of his slain cat.