Grabbing up the stick with his left hand, the foreman again started for Grace, his eyes bloodshot, his lips purple.
Grace grabbed what was nearest to her hand, a pine knot, and hurled it at the ruffian.

It hit him full in the face, and the sharp protuberances on the knot drew points of blood.
A blow from a lumberjack's fist, at this juncture, knocked Joe Shafto flat on her back.

She was up with a bound.
"Henerey! Henere-e-e-e-e!" There was a wild note in her voice, a note of alarm and command.

"Henere-e-e-e-e-e!" They heard Henry sliding down a tree--heard his paws raking the bark as he slid.

Joe heard it too.
"Sick 'em! Sick 'em! Sick 'em!" she screamed, giving Henry a violent prod with her club and driving the bear towards the lumberjacks.