Jones, fearing he would kill me, had cautioned me always to hold him in, which I had done.

Satan stretched out with long graceful motions; he did not turn aside for logs, but cleared them with easy and powerful spring, and he swerved only slightly to the trees.
This latter, I saw at once, made the danger for me.

It became a matter of saving my legs and dodging branches.

The imperative need of this came to me with convincing force.

I dodged a branch on one tree, only to be caught square in the middle by a snag on another.