One of them struck the beast with a club, hitting Henry over the shoulders.
Henry made a pass at the man, bringing away a section of the fellow's coat in his claws which dug into the jack's flesh with their sharp points.

The man howled and fled from the beast.
Alternately prodding the bear with her club, and cracking a lumberjack head wherever possible, the forest woman fought her way ahead, backed by Tom and Hippy.
Thus goaded, Henry rose on his hind legs and went through that party of rough-necks like one of his kind cuffing its way through a flock of grazing sheep.

Henry bit where he could, but his greatest execution was done with his powerful paws.
The Overland Riders, though angry, weary and perspiring, unable to resist the humor of the ludicrous sight, broke into shouts of laughter.
"Henry has them on the run.

Sail in!" bellowed Hippy.

"Run, you ruffians, before I turn the rest of our menagerie on you!" The lumberjacks were now giving ground rapidly, though Peg, wounded and, judging from his expression, suffering, was not further punished.
When he saw his men running away, the foreman of Section Forty-three hopped off as best he could, shouting angry threats.