Frank and I were all eyes, except very high and throbbing hearts.

When Jones thrashed the lasso at Kitty we both yelled.

She ran out on the branch and jumped.
This time she fell short of her point, clutched a dead snag, which broke, letting her through a bushy branch from where she hung head downward.

For a second she swung free, then reaching toward the tree caught it with front paws, ran down like a squirrel, and leaped off when thirty feet from the ground.

The action was as rapid as it was astonishing.
Like a yellow rubber ball she bounded up, and fled with the yelping hounds at her heels.