But none of the good folks cared much to interfere, for flying stones are not pleasant to encounter.

And indeed they could not clearly make out what was the matter .-- In a minute more, a sudden lull came over the hubbub.

They saw all the group gather together in a murmuring knot.
The fact was this.

Although cowardly enough now, the brute, infuriated with pain, had made a determined rush at one of her antagonists, and a short hand-to-teeth struggle was now taking place, during which the stoning ceased.
"She has a grip o' my leg," said Alec quietly; "and I hae a grip o' her throat.

Curly, pit yer han' i' my jacket-pooch, an' tak' oot a bit towie ye'll fin' there." Curly did as he was desired, and drew out a yard and a half of garden-line.
"Jist pit it wi' ae single k-not roon' her neck, an' twa three o' ye tak' a haud at ilka en', and pu' for the life o' ye!" They hauled with hearty vigour, Juno's teeth relaxed their hold of Alec's calf; in another minute her tongue was hanging out her mouth, and when they ceased the strain she lay limp on the snow.