The chase was short.

At the end of a hundred yards Moze caught up with her and nipped her.

She whirled with savage suddenness, and lunged at Moze, but he cunningly eluded the vicious paws.

Then she sought safety in another pine.
Frank, who was as quick as the hounds, almost rode them down in his eagerness.

While Jones descended from his perch, I led the two horses down the forest.
This time the cougar was well out on a low spreading branch.